Some personal thoughts

The way I see it, Carrie's dying was totally unfair. Her of all people!

When she was 16, my mom came over to me and said, "I have some bad news, Nora" We were on our way to the Coxheads house. Natually, I was thinking it was just some normal news, like, "Someone's moving," Or something, so I asked, "What?"
"Carrie has lukiemia.", my Mom said.
"What's that?"
"It's a cancer."
"Oh."
"We're going to visit her in the hospital after this." Mom said.
"She's in the HOSPITAL!!" I cried. My mom nodded, and I leaned back again, feeling a knot in my stomach.

I went to school the next day, as usual, and wondered if I should tell my friends. I told the one I told all my secrets, and I was in second grade, so I wasn't so sure of things. I walked over to Alec and whispered,

When I was in spring of third grade, some memories had gone by.
"Nora, I have some more bad news." My mom was pulling me over.
"Does it have to do with Carrie?" I asked.
"Yes." I sighed.
"What is it?"
My mom said, "Carrie is having relapse. You need to take a blood sample to see if your bone marrow is ok." I felt like crying.
"WHY? Why is she sick?"
"I can't answer that. Only God knows." I sniffled.

We took many trips to the hospital in those many weeks. A good friend gave us a map and with thumbtacks we marked where people were praying for us. I looked at it often. When my mom came over and told us,
"Carrie's going to die," I asked,
"why? Can't the doctors do anything?"
"No. They've done all they can."

That dinner pretty much didn't hear my voice at all. I heard,

"Carrie's coming to spend her time with us before she dies." That made me run upstairs and cry my heart out.

That last week was very special. That one day, though, was supposed to be. We were supposed to go to Wisconsin, to meet Carrie, but mom called us back, telling us we had to take Carrie to the hospital again. It was urgent. So we turned around, and went home. I was scared.

That night, mom and dad came into my room and told me,

That made them silent. I sat on their bed and said,

We spent the rest of the day crying. I got mail that had two braclets, one for me and one for Carrie. I ask why? If I am not crying, does that mean I don't care? I don't ever think, or cry about her. Why not? Everyone else does. I was her sister, aren't I supposed to? Does it mean I don't care? I request one thing. Comment what you think about it, reply. Please?