't come home that night. When they found her she was afloat ontop the water. Her brunette curls had become stringy black. In the hands of this angelic little girl was her sisters doll. Never will I forget her, she was the only sister I ever had. Now that I sit on the rocky beach I remember the memories I made with Alyssa so long ago. Grass has overgrown the pebbled beach and what once was wild flowers are know weeds. It is almost as if the this joyess place I remember has also became grief stricken. Green alge covers the entire pond never being disturbed. The boat we once played on is know half way submerged, and a sign is hung stating that there should be no trespassing. Sometimes I look into the mirror wondering: if she would have seen the once brunette hair that we each had now more of a red, faded freckles, and our button noses know fitting our faces. I guess I will have to wait until Heaven to see my loving sister. I will always miss her, yet she will always be my best-friend....
