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 When I was a little girl, I was living in a
small town in Poland. My neighbor was a girl who was one year older than
me. We became good friends. We walked to school together and played
together. We were inseparable. We did everything together.
When she was 14 her doctor diagnosed her with
kidney failure. She told me right away. She started to spend a lot of
time in the hospital. I missed her very much. When she came back she was
very tired and couldn’t spend as much time with me outside. Then we
started to read books together. She learned stitching, sewing and
embroidering.
Sometimes she felt better, and we were
together. But other times she was very tired and ill, so I couldn’t be
with her.
One day I didn’t go to see her. I don’t
remember why, maybe I was too busy or had too much homework. Her mother
came to me and told me that her daughter wanted to see me. I went to see
her. She wanted to say something to me, but she couldn’t talk. Her mom
told her not to worry that she could tell me the next day. I stayed with
her for an hour and then went home.
The next day I went to school. During my
break I found out from my teacher that she passed away at 9:00 in the
morning. My mother was with her parents while she was dying.
For a long time I couldn’t believe she was
dead. It was very hard without her. I didn’t have my best friend
anymore.
Even after 27 years I still miss her. It
still bothers me to this day that I don’t know what she wanted to tell
me.
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