May 29th 1995 …. My angel was born
India will live forever. I believe the soul of a man, a woman, remains alive for eternity. A child of God, went back to the heavens to watch and protect her loved ones. Everything I say, everything I do .. How I treat people, how I present myself .. The way I work, study, pray and live; will be a reflection of my sister India. I already feel myself asking her for advice. My little sister, is now my big sister. My angel. I’ll pray and ask God to tell her I love her for the rest of my days. Before the car accident, I talked to India about beauty school. We laughed and talked about it and I told her I loved her and she said I love you too. It feels so good that the last conversation I had with my sister was absolutely perfect. Funny story; the first day at the hospital in 95 when they released my mom and her new born from the hospital. I was only five years old and very naive. India was sleep in my moms arms and I didn’t like the way her eyebrows looked. They just appeared to be too far apart. So I squeezed her forehead to see if they would come closer together. Well they obviously didn’t and I woke her up and she started crying. My grandma told me that I couldn’t do stuff like that to a new born baby. I was so confused and didn’t understand why I couldn’t help her bring her eyebrows closer. So at the hospital, before my family took her off life support, I read a poem to her that I wrote in the hospital. I kissed her on the forehead 19 times and I said I love you. I squeezed her forehead one last time and I let her rest in peace.