CHAPTER FOUR: ARTIFACTS AS STORY
“One day,
when I’m
ready, I’ll
open it up
again.”
I never had a sister, but I had a friend who was
the closest thing I had to one. She supported
me through the most uncomfortable years-
adolescence. She took me to my first party, held
my hand through my belly button piercing and
my hair during my first “I drank too much Bacardi
Razz”, supported me through my first break up, and
walked me through how to write my first paper. But
more than just that, she taught me what it meant to
be a kind person. She was wise beyond her years,
and would always be there to listen. She accepted
everyone for who they were and saw beauty and
laughter in everything. She bought the book ‘Eat,
Pray, Love’ and had told all of the girls from our
dance studio that we needed to read it. The book
made it through a few girlfriends before it landed
into my hands. During the process of reading it, she
suddenly passed away. I believe she meant for me
to have it, to remind me of her. One day, when I’m
ready, I’ll open it up again.
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