I jumped along with Marina, excited about where a journey out into the city will take us today. Skipping, all through the way while her hand fragilely tugged at mine at all times to make sure I was near.

The woman at the market was my most favourite person of all time. Every year, she would come at the same time when the May Fair and Festival would take place bringing in the sweet aromas of flowers blooming and the welcome of Spring. She was breathing and walking fire wherever she went, and for that I’d be willing to travel to any lengths to watch her live. Just as my sister.

Marina’s hair rested on her shoulders as delicate as a newborn baby on a hospital bed. A strand of hair flew on to her face, and it looked like a mix of blonde, silk and smooth.

A fine perfection indeed.

Marina is the prettiest girl I’d ever seen. As beautiful as she is, both inside and out, she’s also as bold and kind as anyone could ever be. I knew that no matter what, where, when or how it was, if I needed anything at all, I just had to ask Marina. Or just look at her and she’d know. It is that unspoken telepathic bond we share that I find and treasure as the most special. Marina is my saviour when it comes to so many things. How could someone be so beautiful, sweet, loving, caring and selfless at the same time? In today’s world everyone is hell bent on being selfish and won’t even hesitate for a second to pull you down, and a kind hearted soul like Marina’s was too precious for this world.

She deserved better.

She was the one angel whose mission was to fly calmly, spreading peace and love amongst all people on earth. That’s who Marina was.

And I’m Marilyn, the younger sister.

Who is often the most favourite amongst the family members, but I’m sure my favourite is Marina. The one I look up to, with all the beauty, intelligence and knowledge that she spends most hours of the day sharing with me, and makes me love all my shared moments with her even more.

Marina was pure perfection, and I proud to say out loud when asked about who I want to be when I grow up?

“Marina!”

“Why?”

“Because she is perfect.”