Good bye, Lilly

“Don’t worry about me, just wait here,” Lilly said as she followed her pediatrician into a room.

I trusted her and listened without a doubt.

I waited alone for an eternity. All I had to do was read science magazines about cancer and other stuff I didn’t understand, but I told myself that I would wait for Lilly no matter what, and so I did.

After what felt like ages, the door swung open and out came Lilly's parents, but they were alone. Before I could ask where Lilly was, my mom came in. Apparently, Lilly's parents had texted her to come and get me, and we left quickly. I still had no clue where Lilly was. It felt like I was alone in the waiting room all over again. 

About a month later, I saw Lilly's parents in the grocery store. We always used to see each other there. We would meet up in the candy aisle where Lilly and I would race each other with the shopping carts while our parents talked. The wheels on the cart would go faster and faster until we had to stop, otherwise we would get hurt. Some of my favorite memories with Lilly were made in that candy aisle. 

I immediately went there, but no one was there. I assumed she was at home sick or something. I just walked back to my mom and carried on. I got home and went through the scrapbook filled with pictures of Lilly and me. I saw the picture where we got in so much trouble for ripping the American Flag. I looked at it for a long time before deciding to put it away. My mom walked in shortly after I put the scrapbook away. 

“Quick question-where did you run off to in the store?” my mom asked.

“To the candy aisle,” I replied. “I was looking for Lilly. Do you know where she is?”

My mom looked like she had just seen a ghost. Looking at me with remorse in her eyes, she whispered something to me that would haunt me for the rest of my life.