Yesterday...
Yesterday, my sister died. You see, I must have written about the worst day of my life before, but you see this experience? It tops them all. When I got the call, for a moment, I couldn't quite pick an expression between shock and sadness. I was somewhere in the middle, struggling to comprehend what I had just heard. All I could do was cry, scream and pray. I believe in miracles, and I thought, God could surely show up, yeah? Surely, this couldn't be how her story ended. Surely, there was still room for a miracle. I cried through the night and even this morning as I packed a few things and prepared to go home. On the bus ride from school to my father's house, I had so much going on in my mind. I was worried they would bury her before I got home. I really wanted to see her one more time. I began to panic when I couldn't remember what she had saved my number as. I know she calls me "love of my life" and "Yebo" and "Bubu", but for some reason,...