my sister sat on the floor,
coloring
on a giant piece of red paper.
"what ya got there, Kristin?" i
asked.
she looked up at me with
her big blue eyes and said,
"i'm making a card."
"for who?" i
wondered.
"It's this
kid at my school. he was absent on his
birthday..."
i watched her
sign her name with a heart and close up the paper.
"hey lauren, will you drive me
to his house to drop it off?"
i nodded my head because it was obvious she liked
this kid.
my
sister smiled and put on her shoes.
when we got in the car my sister knew exactly
where to go.
i was
listening to her directions as we pulled up to the
driveway.
but it
was no house we had arrived at, it was the hospital.
i followed my sister into the front
door and over the the desk
"can i see billy franklin?" my
sister asked.
the nurse
smiled and let my sister follow behind her.
we arrived to this room with the name billy
franklin on the door in crayon.
i watched as my six year old sister walked up to
his bed.
the little boy looked
very weak, with loose patches of hair.
it was easy to tell he had cancer
but my sister walked up to him and
handed him his card
suddenly, he looked less weak as he started to
smile.
"i felt bad
you missed your birthday. i love you, billy..." my sister
said.
the poor little
boy smiled and gave my sister a little half
hug.
my eyes were getting
teary as my sister held his hand and just talked to
him.
now that, was love.
