The Death Of My Mom's Sister

“Didi, tie my hair with these ribbons, I love it so much.” As the little girl was getting ready for school, sun rays which seeped in through the window, embraced her.

She had elder brothers and sisters. Being the youngest child, she was everyone's sweetheart.

A few weeks ago the school had started after summer vacation. She went to a nursery or more like a daycare as there was no one to look after her as her parents had to work on farms.

Plump rose cheeks, little pair of eyes which brimmed with curiosity and a smile. Eldest sister tied her hair at two sides of her head with ribbons.

The eldest sister had to work owing to the family condition at that time. Though she didn't have the luxury to fill her stomach, she didn't forget to buy her little sister a cute bag and pencil box.

That day was a usual day, where she was sent nursery by her mom.

The evening was full of clouds slithering through the sky. Raindrops were pelted towards earth, blanketing it with coldness, water gushing out of them embracing the farms and rivers.

The little girl waited for her mom, with eyes glinting in happiness.

Seconds increased, so does her fear. Without anyone seeing, she slipped through the crowd as she knew a shortcut route to home.

The cute little feet tapped the ground in a rhythm syncing with the chain of raindrops, soon she trudged along the shore of a small river, although the rain made it nasty enough that her cute little eyes only saw the beauty of it but not the treachery.

Her feet slipped, and the river swallowed her, leaving a trail of slippers and her new school bag.

Her cries. Unheard.

Her tears. Unseen.

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Hearing my mom's younger sister's death from my mom's elder sister, I was left awestruck with tears looming in my dark brown eyes, unable to forget the cute little girl she had painted in my mind, leaving a trail of blood drops writhing me in agony.