“Your time is up. Better run!” I hear my older sister yell.

As I curl behind a tree peaking my small head out to see where she is. As she cluelessly looks around.

I breath in the summery breeze. The hot sun shines onto my overalls. And onto my sweaty small face.

I twirl around my small pigtails mommy did for me. Twisting them around my small stubby fingers.

I quickly peak my head back as I see her creep over. Then she finds me and states loudly.

“Found you!” She says scooping me up and tickling me.

“Stop!” I yell fighting the urge to giggle.

Yeah, Cause now I’m yelling “Stop!” At her grave remembering all the memories. I won’t accept the fact she’s gone.

It hits me so hard my eyes rim with wet tears.

I stare at the grave.

“I would do anything to have you back, But I can’t and I miss you so much. I will never forget you” I tell the grave.

You can’t have everything, It might never be close. But you can never give up.