Losing someone is not easy. I didn’t quite understand it till now. “Sister....” I sat near her grave. “Grief is the price you pay your happy moments” I looked at my friend. “When did you come her?...” “stop dragging every sentence. It’s annoying” She helped me get off the ground. “What else can I do?” I questioned her with my face looking half dead. “Don’t give me that look! It’s your fault!” “My fault? Really?” I said confused and annoyed. I am crying over my sisters grave and she is making a nuisance. “It is indeed your fault” “please enlighten me!”. “Gladly!” She looked me dead in the eyes. “No one told you to love and care for your sister soooo much. But you, yourself decided that your sister is some kind of immortal creature and that she will stay with you forever!” I was, well, surprised to the least. What she said was actually true.... It hit me hard. “You are right” I said looking down. She had a point...
