Last letter

Dear... Death..

I'm very sure of your success.. You are just like a hawk, you know? You never let it go.

What's wrong with you, Death? You took away my father, my mommy, my little bro' as well. Don't you have a family of yours?

You are a very bad person, if at all you are. You deserve to cry a lot... You are making the world weep, Death.

It's for you that I'm lying here, on the hospital bed- breathing in and out of an oxygen mask.. so many needles piercing into me. What have I done? What can a girl of ten do?

I miss Joe and Susan and Brian and.. I miss Snoopy, my very own doggy..

Don't you have a heart, Death? Do you not miss your friends?

The injections that they stick into me every now and then- have you ever had one? It's awful!

Death? Do me one favor okay? The doctors said today's my last day- I won't be here tomorrow. Will you promise me one thing?

When I become a star, cry for me a bit.. 'Cause you haven't seen how I cry for mommy's or daddy's or bro's stars, have you..

And let me sleep peacefully.. I wish Daddy was here.. He'd have spanked you..

Yours affectionately (?)

Martha