Angel's have no philosophy but love
Angels Have No Philosophy But Love
“She is your mirror, shining back at you with a world of possibilities. She is your witness, who sees you at your worst and best, and loves you anyway. She is your partner in crime, your midnight companion, someone who knows when you are smiling, even in the dark. She is your teacher, your defense attorney, your personal press agent, even your shrink. Some days, she's the reason you wish you were an only child.” To have a sister is to have a forever friend, and in my case, an everlasting angel. God blessed me with a baby sister who made each and every day an extraordinary experience, despite the fact that she had an incurable, progressive disease called tuberous sclerosis. Annie’s brain was unable to develop pass the age of two months, even though her body continued to grow, which at times made life difficult. She was the heart of our family and all that she was and is made us more loving, compassionate individuals.
The faint light of the morning sun creeps in through my open window, allowing for the chill of a misty day force me further under my blankets. Ten more minutes and I’ll have no choice but to unwrap myself from my little bundle of covers and begin the morning routine before heading to school. One last stroke of mascara and I am ready for the day, not forgetting to kiss the soft, pale cheek of my twelve year old sister, Annie, goodbye before jumping in the car.
Moore 2
The clock ticks without compassion through each class period as I wait for the tiny pink note that for me signals the end of all I have known. Today is October 21st, which doesn’t mean much to any one else but me. For the past two weeks I’ve waited through each school day, listened to my oblivious teachers, heard the pointless gossip, and prayed to God Annie would still be alive when I got home. The tumors in her body have reached new heights and the doctors say she does not have much time left with us. I pray constantly for selfish
“She is your mirror, shining back at you with a world of possibilities. She is your witness, who sees you at your worst and best, and loves you anyway. She is your partner in crime, your midnight companion, someone who knows when you are smiling, even in the dark. She is your teacher, your defense attorney, your personal press agent, even your shrink. Some days, she's the reason you wish you were an only child.” To have a sister is to have a forever friend, and in my case, an everlasting angel. God blessed me with a baby sister who made each and every day an extraordinary experience, despite the fact that she had an incurable, progressive disease called tuberous sclerosis. Annie’s brain was unable to develop pass the age of two months, even though her body continued to grow, which at times made life difficult. She was the heart of our family and all that she was and is made us more loving, compassionate individuals.
The faint light of the morning sun creeps in through my open window, allowing for the chill of a misty day force me further under my blankets. Ten more minutes and I’ll have no choice but to unwrap myself from my little bundle of covers and begin the morning routine before heading to school. One last stroke of mascara and I am ready for the day, not forgetting to kiss the soft, pale cheek of my twelve year old sister, Annie, goodbye before jumping in the car.
Moore 2
The clock ticks without compassion through each class period as I wait for the tiny pink note that for me signals the end of all I have known. Today is October 21st, which doesn’t mean much to any one else but me. For the past two weeks I’ve waited through each school day, listened to my oblivious teachers, heard the pointless gossip, and prayed to God Annie would still be alive when I got home. The tumors in her body have reached new heights and the doctors say she does not have much time left with us. I pray constantly for selfish