Why?

Why? That question will torment me forever. Why didn't Mom let her stay home when she had a slight fever? Why didn't my brother, who was supposed to look after her, see the bus coming? Why did the bus driver take a wrong turn onto that deserted county road? Why did her bicycle get a flat tire in the middle of the street? Why didn't I kiss her goodbye on that fateful morning, the last she'd ever see? Why did she have to die? Why couldn't it have been me? She was too young-she would be seven today. I'm nineteen- Why her? Her life had just begun… Why do we never stop being haunted by this question, why?

But, it is too late to turn back the clock.

I am here- and my sister is not.