Leukemia
Leukemia
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She was my best-est friend in the whole wide world. She was everything to me. She was perfect. She was a gem. She was a diamond. She was everything.
I met her at a kindergarten school beside our house. She was this pale girl who plays with her Barbie dolls and sits away from us. I was her exact opposite. I was an active girl when I was little and would always play at recess time. It was a rainy day when I started getting to know her. We couldn’t play outside, so we have to stay at the canteen and eat our recess foods. I was alone at my table when she asked me if she could sit beside me. I said yes. Definitely. She opened her lunch box and started to munch on her foods. I looked at her as she was eating. She’s so pale. Her nails are bruised and color purple. What came up to my mind was that she was abused by her mother or whoever it was.
I started to like her. We became a common figure at the school. If they see me without her, they would ask where she is and vice versa. She was just so nice. Then a day came that became a life changing. We we’re walking down the aisle when she fell unconscious. I ran for help at my teachers. She was sent to the clinic, but the clinic’s nurse suggested that she should be rushed into the hospital. I wanted to go with her but my “sundo” came over to fetch me. I didn’t have time to visit her at the hospital. My grandmother brought me to Cebu City to spend my elementary life there. I didn’t bid goodbye to her nor had the chance to talk to her or to know how she’s doing. But my Mother said, that I’ll be spending my vacation at Bacolod City. We saw each other every vacation and would always make our vacation memorable. She had this hobby that she would look at me straight in the eyes and would cry or act like she’s going to leave me.
I would always laugh at her and would always answer the same thing.
“You’re not going to die. God loves you. And you’re too young to have leukemia. Don’t joke me like that. It’s not nice you know.”
Then she would answer me that its really true and she wasn’t joking around. But I really didn’t take it seriously. She was so young to die. We we’re in third grade when I heard the news she went to the States to have her chemotherapy. I don’t know what’s chemotherapy by then. I hadn’t heard anything from her then on. But deep inside my heart, I was still hoping that she’ll come back here in the Philippines soon. I was in vacation at Seoul when the news reached me. My mother phoned me that Annabelle died already. I was at shock. That couldn’t be true. She was just touring the States. She couldn’t be dead. We hadn’t talk yet. I really couldn’t believe what my Mom was saying. But she reassured me that its really true. Tears were streaming down my eyes. My best friend. Is. Dead. How can that be? No way! She can’t be dead. Before I went to my bed, I prayed to God that wherever she was, God will protect her. The worst thing was, I hadn’t got the chance to talk to her before she died. Until now, I still bear the burden of losing a nice friend. Of losing such a wonderful gift of God. But I am still thankful, that once in my life, I met someone like her. Annabelle, was truly everything. She may be gone, but the memories she shared with me will always be alive. Deep inside my heart.
Rest in Peace my dear Annabelle.
