Cool breezy winds were flowing in the air and right through my hair.  I was skipping to the play ground with my mother while holding her cold boney hand. I noticed a girl on her knees struggling to get her tangled hair out of the wired fence. I ran across the street to help her out. I untangled her hair out of the fence and helped her up. She looked me in the eyes and thanked me dearly with a beautiful glowing smile on her face. Her name was Mona, and we became instant best friends after that incident.
    

My best friend Mona became my big sister. She was an extraordinary person to be around with a big beautiful white heart. She was slightly older than me, yet she was my partner in crime. Mona would sleep over my home every Friday night, and she would tell me scary and frightening stories about a burnt man that eats kids for his snack time. She would play with my hair and do my nails and apply red lipstick on my lips to make my lips look like a clown’s lips. Whenever it rained and Mona was over, she would always force me to sneak out of my bedroom window with her so we could run blissfully in the rain. She was always a rebel and an entertaining human being. My relationship with Mona became extremely close and my love for her increased on a daily basis.
   

Three days before November 19, which was Mona’s birthday, Mona told me that she had stage two skin cancer. I was shocked and extremely saddened. Tears were running down my eyes and Mona’s facial expression was numb. She wiped my tears with her warm soft hands while smiling and told me “everything will be okay”. She gave me a tight hug and kissed my forehead. She disappeared after that.
  

A few months later, Mona’s hair was falling of rapidly. Her body size decreased and her skin was very pale. She would cry day and night from the pain and her tears would soak up my clothes. She let cancer beat her down and became very weak. She wished that her life had already ended so that the pain would stop. Every time I saw her, my heart would shatter into a million pieces. I would break into tears because I couldn’t resist seeing her in pain. I felt like I was losing my sister quickly and time was running out. Anytime I left her, she would cry drastically and hurt her lonesome even more. Then I actually realized that Mona had a weakness and that weakness was the fear of being left alone.
     

Less than a month later, Mona’s days that were left were very few. She was staying at a hospital on a very uncomfortable bed counting down her days. Mona was in a very poor condition and seemed like she was going to leave me very soon. Tears were tumbling down from her eyes as I was holding on to her pinky. All I could hear is her whispering numbers. She was counting down from a hundred. Slowly her breath was subsiding while I was weeping silently. Once she got to twenty two, she stopped, and so did her pounding heart.   
    

Today, all I can think about is Mona. There isn’t a day were I can’t stop thinking about her. She was a true inspiration and an amazing best friend. No wait, she wasn’t a best friend. She was my big sister, a true sister that I will never forget. I will never forget the great times we had together and the amazing memories we cherished. Yet most importantly, I will never forget the time I untangled her hair from the wired fence. If I haven’t done that, I would have never been blessed with an amazing sister like her. May god bless her soul.