My sister

I'm watching my sister as she gets fed her porridge in the morning. She is so tiny and looks so vulnerable.
She is so beautiful and her hands are so delicate and soft. She is sitting up and not lying down as usual today.
I wonder if she understands what I'm saying. I wonder if she is even able to hear me.
Does she know anything about anything?

I love her so much. Her eyes are big and wide full of opportunity and dreams.
Potential is writen in her beedy hazel eyes.
Her eyes are full of radiant beauty, I see God living in her.
She swallows her porridge slowly and does so at her own pace.
As if we have the whole day dedicated to feeding her. Its the diva in her.
She can't help it.lol! Oh Sista of mine!

It feels like just yesterday my sister and I where fantasising about life when we get kids and husbands.
Move out of home and make big bucks.
We'd pretend to have our own businesses and act as though we know how to drive.
We would make as though we have good jobs and go on holiday together. We imagined a world where the reality of her sickness didn't exist. We would play-play that she would live forever or we would die together. In reality we knew that if she lived to see her 25 birthday it would be nothing short of a miracle.

Now, here she is a grown woman in bed and being fed as though she is a child.
All that glamour and sexiness,gone. I won't say I told you so, because right now I need a sister.
A grown, smart, beautiful woman reduced to this...

When you and I used to dress up it was to paint the town like a rainbow or wear our matching outfits to church together.
Now I'm all alone and dressed up and looking gorgeous to bury you.

Dear sister of mine I loved you so much.
We will laugh together again when we meet one day.
R.I.P
Cause of death H.I.V at 23.