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Emmie. An innocent soul.
I was at school, I had arrived early. I talked to my friends, and then the unthinkable happened. My best friend was in a car accident. And her sister was dead. Instantly, questions, thoughts, tears and feelings flooded me. Emmie, little Emmie, was gone. I wanted to break down crying. But instead, I instantly feared the worst. "And Lara? What about Mia and Danny?? Are they okay? How'd it happen?" And the answers were more elusive than I thought possible. We knew nothing. Except that Emmie was gone. Instantly, I began praying. "Yitgadal, v'yitkadash sh'mei raba...." May her soul be guarded and kept safe from those who wish it harm, I thought. Why? Why her? Why now? Why Emmie??? Why not someone else, someone older? Why not someone...... someone like me? I mean, she was eight. I'm 12. It might not seem that much of a difference to you, but it means the world to me. I would give my life for hers in an instant. If I could.
But I can't. And now she's gone. Forever.
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Oh my gosh, that's terrible. To think that someone so young was taken from your life so early is horrible, and I will pray for you, this little girl, and her family. At eight, or even now, I don't want to think about these kind of things, but the sad truth is that they are possible, and hard to prevent. Once again, I am so sorry, and I will think of her often.
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