She was the face that haunted me every time I closed my eyes. Always there, welcoming me with open arms. Her long black hair that was so much like mine framed her face. Green eyes that twinkled like she always knew something we didn’t. Laugh lines that surrounded the corners of her eyes and the smile that was always on her mouth. She was always making jokes, trying to get everyone to join in. She was like that. She wanted every person to feel included. In the end, it didn’t matter. In the end no one was there for her.