The Darkest Valley

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The Darkest Valley
Tears spill off my cheek onto the worn picture of my sister, Zoe. How I wish I could go back, back to when I was that carefree child. What happened to those days when Zoe and I would laugh together? I look longingly into my sister’s eyes, wishing I could see her sweet smile again. Who could have ever imagined that this would happen to my family, that we would walk into those dark valleys where we must learn to heal our brokenness and pain? I still remember…
“BANG! BANG! BANG!” I lay awake on my bed, wishing I wasn’t disturbed in my deep sleep. As I glanced at my clock, I wondered who would be awake this early in the morning. I was too tired to get out of bed since Zoe and I went shopping all day yesterday. Within seconds I dozed off and was sleeping again.
But within a few minutes I awoke to the sounds of sirens. “Something must be wrong!” I thought as I darted out of my room and flew down the stairs. From the window I saw flashing lights and people half-awake in their pajamas standing on our lawn. I could feel my heart pounding out of my chest. Before my shaking hand could reach the doorknob, the door suddenly flew open. My dad ran in and took his keys and wallet and grabbed me by the hand. I was relieved to see my mom, but Zoe was nowhere to be seen. We ran to the garage and got into the car and started to follow a screaming ambulance down the street.
“Zoe! Mom where is Zoe!” I sobbed when I realized she was missing. “What happened to her?” I whispered, wishing I could return back to my safe and comfortable bed. There was an utter silence for a long time, until my mom’s shaky voice broke the silence.
“I woke up to a loud noise early this morning. I dashed out of bed to find your si...

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...ve said goodbye.
A few days later my mom called my dad and I quickly to Zoe’s room. We spent Zoe’s last few seconds with her and it was so precious to me. We saw her peacefully leave as cried tears of joy and sadness. We knew that she was happy now with no pain in heaven. Her face lay there still, but I could see my sister in that face, the laughter and the tears. She has taught me so much; she is the best sister I could have ever had.
Years later I am sitting in Zoe’s room with a box full of memories about her. There sitting next me is her pile of journals that she gave to me as a gift. She believed that she would get through those dark valleys. And even in those valleys she never stopped dreaming, and she always inspired those around her. As I sit here reading about the darkest valleys in her life I can still hear her beautiful music echoing in her room.

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