Katy

She was my little sister.

We weren't blood related; my father just knew her parents. They both work as... businessmen and woman (a.k.a moguls). She had a condition; her senses were all jumbled up. Synesthesia, they called it. She could see music; she could taste the presence of other people, that kind of stuff...

No matter how weird it got, it never stopped her from being the incredible little kid that she was.

She had straight dirty blond hair; it was always tied up, be it in a ponytail, a braid, or pigtails. It bothered her when it was down. She had innocent, grass green eyes; they could never lie. Her buoyant personality matched mine; we were practically inseparable. I were so much like sisters that I sometimes forget we don't have the same parents. She called me Gia, the only one who thought of that. Her name was Katy (the "a" pronounced like in ate), but I called her Katy (as in apple). We were best friends, best sisters, best everything.

Maybe it was because we were the same.

Our parents are moguls; they put work first instead of us. She was an only daughter. So was I. Whenever her parents go on a business trip, I would always volunteer to be her baby-sitter. It was regular. She knew my house like the back of her hand; she was very good friends with my dog, Nardsky. She was probably the only 4 year old who wasn't afraid of him. She went along well with my other siblings; she knew all the staff at home. She was practically a part of the family.

We were happy for 2 years.

Until it came.

We were just being happy, playing with Nardsky outside, when all of the sudden, she stopped. She said her head hurt. She collapsed. It was like a part of me collapsed with her, too. I ran. I picked her up, went to Ben and practically begged him to get us to a hospital. When we got there, it was identified that something was malfunctioning with her brain. They said she would not live long. Remember the part that collapsed? Now it's not just unconscious; it's dying. She was my little sister, like a mini-me; I was going to lose her. I asked if I could see her, and they agreed. When I got inside, she was already conscious, but I think she knew something was going to happen. She looked at me; I wanted to cry. She sensed it. She said, "don't cry, Gia. It's not goodbye. We're going to see each other again." a tear escaped, but I quickly wiped it away; I knew she was right. I looked at the little girl in front of me; not anymore the Katy that I knew. She looked fragile and weak, not the happy little girl I just saw playing outside a few hours ago. I wanted her to die contentedly, so I asked her what would be her final wish. " I want Mommy and Daddy to be here with me." My eyes started to moisten again, so I told her," Kat, why don't you go to sleep? I-I have to do something." She smiled at me and mustered a weak, "Ok."

Once I saw she was sleeping. I cried with everything that I could.

When I was done, I called up her parents. " We know," they said, " we were informed by the hospital. We're on our way right now." My heart swelled up, happy because I knew Katy's wish will be fulfilled. She would die happy and contented, just like how she deserved.

  When her parents came, she could barely muster a word. All of us knew that she will die any minute. I backed up and let the parents say goodbye to their daughter. Her mother was crying, like me, and so was her father; I've never seen them so distraught. Katy, although it took everything to do it, managed to smile and softly say, " Mommy, Daddy, do you love me?" Her parents seemed taken aback,  but they replied,"Katy, we abandoned an important meeting when we heard you... needed us. I know we haven't done that in quite some time, but we love you enough to do that." "Mommy, Daddy, I love you, you know that, right? And I'm also not angry at you. I don't want to leave with you not knowing that." "Yes, Katy; we will never forget that." Her father replied. "Can you please make a promise? My last wish." "Anything, princess." she took a deep breath, and said, "after I get buried, please promise me that everything will turn back to normal. And try not to cry so much." Both me and her parents were crying. And her parents, including a soft whisper from me, said," yes, I promise." With that, a happy, contented smile rested on her eyes as she closed her eyes and took her last breath.

She was only 6 years old.

She changed my life.

And I will never, ever, forget her.