Beautiful curly red hair. Big blue eyes that lit up when she smiled.
Herface captured the innocence of the child she was.
So young, so full oflife, but not for long.
I watched before my very eyes asher hair began to fall
and her tiny features swelled, squeezing her eyesuntil they were
I watched as her voice becamemuffled
And she cried in frustration when I could no longer understandher.
I watched as she became weaker by the days
To thepoint where she was fed by tubes and could not lift up
I watchedas she was lied to day after day
"You are going to be fine,sweetie," they'd say, "It will all
be over soon."
How wasshe to know they meant her life?
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.