From The Diary Of Jacob Kush
I remember the day when my sister was born. She had emerald green eyes and beautiful blond hair. I wish I could see her again one last time, but I can't because she's dead.
She was playing outside on the swingset, then she was gone. Later that evening we found her body.
It was a pity she had to go so soon. After all how many 10 year olds die? None really.
I hope she is happy up with God in heaven.