• I remember that day. How horrible the news was that my little sister Stephanie had died. The sky was crystal blue and the sun was blindly shining, and my mother, Stephanie, and I had got back from the doctor's office. We had arrived to a playground called Sunny Parks.Stephanie ran towards it, her black hair whipping around her face, not a care in the world. We were there for an hour, but it had gotten dark so we went home. Stephanie had the C type of Flu (It's deadly!!!). My mother had told me it was going to be alright, that the sun always shone for the survivors. But it didn't. Stephanie had ran upstairs calling my name "Marsie! Marsie!" When we had gotten home. I laughed, running upstairs to her room. I remember the game we played, "Marsie, were going to play Teacher." she had said. I play it every now and then by myself. I was always the student and she was the teacher, teaching me the colors of the rainbow slowly, so she could remember them herself. Then, on that day, when she had got up to get the pretend eraser for the pretend chalk board, she fell down. Her green, bright eyes closed as she hit the floor. I remember yelling, crying, trying to get her to wake up. But I knew she was going to be a pretty angel soon. I remember the last thing I said to her. "Everything is going to be okay Steph, I love you." I said as we rushed her to the stretcher. I remember the worried expression on her face. How she screamed my name in terror of losing me. That was the last time I ever saw my little sister. Stepahnie Marie Angel. She was the first angel I had ever seen. She was beautiful.