It will be three years this coming December. Three years since I saw her. It feels like just yesterday she was pestering her sister and I. But it's been a long time, a very long time.

I remember the day she died, lying on the couch. Cancer. Leukemia to be exact. Hospitals didn't help any longer. It was the night of the winter formal, her sister went but I didn't feel well. I wonder if that was just something normal, or if something larger was at hand.

But how can someone believe in God, when a nine-year-old girl gets cancer? When she dies at eleven? No first kiss, no first love, firsts were taken by the hundreds. And this was all after her mom died, a few years before. Why? If there is a God, why would he do such a thing? Can anyone answer me?