My sister’s imminent death had me reeling and I knew I needed to dial my emotions back, but couldn’t figure out how. The thought I would have to live without my sister in my life was the scariest thing to ever happen to me. I felt like I was constantly in motion starting the moment I found out my sister would be leaving.
I couldn’t bring myself to tell people anything other than she was leaving because death seemed too permanent. My parents had other plans and told everyone what was happening with Miranda even though I didn’t think anyone needed to know the gory details.
I tried to run out my anxiety, but I was running out of time. And my knees. I needed a better plan to get rid of my nervous energy and also to save my sister. There were ways to help Miranda get better. Because I knew she could. There was no way I could give up on her as easily as the rest of my family. I could not force her out of my life like she had never been my biggest influence and mentor.
The main problem I have with the supposed death of my sister is that she is not actually dying. Or even sick. She was being kicked out of the family because she had finally told the truth. The truth about the Christmas party. The truth about what happened to the pool and how it was all the neighbor’s fault.