Romans & histoires My Sister's Grave

8 I had a baby sister named Breelyn. She was born premature and died a few days after my mom gave birth. For a 9 year old, finding out you were gonna be a big sister, and then a few days later finding out you aren't anymore is a one of the worst feelings in the world. 23 She's buried back where I used to live. I miss going to her grave once a year on her birthday to put a rose on it. I always put a pink rose because it was the color she wore for her first set of clothes, and her last. 5

Beatrice lit the candle beside her sister's grave and stood up to look at the whole tombstone of her sister until she looked at Quiver's monument. The pain in her chest suddenly increased while looking at Quiver's tombstone. Beatrice took a deep breath and calmed herself not to cry again. She looked at her sister's grave again and smiled. "How are you there?" She asked, knowing that no one would answer her. She used to talk with her sister's tombstone whenever she visited Margarett.

She started her car and drove off to the cementry. She wobbled her feet to the grave that was engraved 'Mum' 'Dad' and her eyes turned teary 'Sabrina' The powerful Emma was nowhere to be seen, as only the weak and meek Emma could be seen, she slumped on the burial ground as tears flowed down her face. Life wasn't an easy one for her. She carcessed the grave of her little sister 'Sabrina', she was just three when she died for crying out loud, her little sister was just ten.

I lifted it, then placed it at the base of the tombstone, pressing it until it was half-buried in the ground. “This belongs to both of us. If one day I forget what your face looks like, I’ll come here and remember it through this.” The wind lifted the hem of my robe. Behind me, Mira, Nyra, Ilon, Tavien, Hassel, Serel, and Lysander stood in a half-circle. Their eyes were red, some from crying with me, some from holding back anger that had no place to go. Only we—only we—knew that the woman we buried today was my sister. Outside the palace gates, rumors had already spread: Seraphyne, the dark criminal consumed by fire. They wouldn’t know where we had placed her, not today, perhaps never… until

I have no idea who she is. "No...They abandoned me at birth. Left me on the doorstep like some old fairy-tale," I tell her with a shrug, trying to convey that it truly doesn't bother me. "That's some fairy-tale," she says with a laugh. "I'm visiting a sister." I look back to where she points. The gravesite is unmarked, although there are a myriad of pretty pink and white flowers that must have just been laid there. My stomach twists, knowing the feeling what it is like to lose someone.

I still had no idea who he was referring to until we arrived at the cemetery. I followed him with my eyes until he opened the door for me and assisted me in getting out of his car. "Your sister?" I asked him. He nodded briefly and led me to where we were going. We walked a short distance before reaching a large mausoleum. Even at the entrance, I could clearly see the name and picture of his sister. It was then that I learned she was only 12 years old when she passed away. And she died on her birthday, too.

One woman was crying so hard, they were almost like screams as she rocked back and forth on her knees, with another woman sat beside her, her arms wrapped around the crying woman as she tried to console her. Nora put her hand on my shoulder. “That lady… her sister died last night, it was only the two of them. Their parents died some time ago.” My eyes went blurry with unshed tears, my stomach felt queasy and my legs wobbled. “How did she die? And what of the others they’re burying?” I whispered out in shock. “Some of them from old age, some of them from starvation. The sister died from a fever, but she was already so skinny and withdrawn, there was no way she’d be able to fight it”

Without thinking, I ran toward her. She opened her arms, and I crashed into them. "Easy there." Her soft laugh made fresh tears sting my eyes. "You came." "Of course I did." She brushed a strand of hair behind my ear. "Family shows up." Something warm settled inside my chest. Blood or not, Maya was my sister. Some bonds were born from blood. Ours had been forged by love. Nothing would ever change that. The funeral preparations lasted most of the afternoon. Silver Creek's sacred burial grounds rested beyond the forest near the Moonstone Cliffs.