Impossible Wish

Is it always being at the end you regret about everything? How I wish I am a forecaster so that I could predict the future. How I wish I have a time machine so that I could travel to the future. Do we need to blame ourselves because of the tragic event happened? Do I need to blame myself after a person that I thought my friend left me? How I wish could bring back the time.

"Hey!" I saw someone approaching. "Hi!", she smiled. I ignore her. I walk straight to my classroom. I don't want to be in this school. I don't know why Mom decided to transfer me here. She told me it's because of her work. The manager assigned her here. I hate the people here. I hate being with the strangers. They are all strangers to me. The class has ended. "At last!", I exclaimed in my mind. While I was walking in the pathway, I was wondering if there's someone following me. "One, two, three", I am silently counting and slowly turning around. I got my eyes widened. It was the girl in the morning. "Hello!", she waved, "I'm Trishia, you're Crishia right?" I stare her. "How could this girl knew my name?", I asked myself. "I'm a grade ten student", she shows off her identification card. Trishia Rodriguez, I read it silently. "Can we be friends?" she offers her hand to me. Without any hesitation, I grab her hand, "Crishia Davis, grade nine", I introduced myself. We walk to the gate together. She's very loquacious. I saw my mom in the corner and Trishia gave me a wave. I wave back then. "Oh! You're starting making friends? That's good!", mom gave a kiss in the forehead. I just smile and we proceed to the parking lot. First day in school isn't bad at all and I need to wake up again early for another day tomorrow and for the entire year.

"Hey Crishia!" a familiar voice called me. I turn around so that I can see her. I'm right, it's Trishia "Hello," the only word I utter. "I brought you something to eat", she handed me the red bag "I told Inay about you". "Inay?", I asked her and for me to make sure if the word was right. "Yes, that's how I call my mom", she answered me with a smile. The bell rings and we need to go to our designated classroom. Our building is just as close. "How could Trishia so good to me?", I opened the bag she gave and there's a box in it. "For you my dear sister." a handwritten note on the cover. I open the box and it was chocolate cookies. "I never eat any cookies for my entire life". I return the box in the bag and choose to be in my seat until the class will end. Trishia treated me as her closest friend. She even introduced me to her other friends. Mom started to ask about Trishia. "She's a weird mom!", I exclaimed "I don't want her to be my friend." There's a bit silence between us. "Why?", she asked me. I just stare her. I can't find any words to say. "Because she's weird", I turn around so that I couldn't see mom's reaction. "She had this feeling that we're like sisters," I sit on the sofa and mom sit next to me. "I could hear some rumors from the other classroom that there might be one of us is adopted. It might be me being adopted or her", I said it straightly. After explaining my side, I go to my room. It's late at night.

"Crishia!", it was Lovely, my seatmate. "Your sister was here lately", she smiled as she said it. "My sister?", I asked. "Trishia", she answered me. "We're not sisters", I make my voice louder. We're not sisters. She's not my sister. Why do people keep on saying that? What have you done Trishia? Are you that desperate to be with me? What do you want from me? Why you keep on sending me that note? Are you nuts? Will you please don't appear anymore? I don't want to see your face anymore!

It's been already half of the school year that I haven't seen Trishia. Maybe she's aware of my unlikeness towards her. Mom keeps on asking about Trishia. I have no choice but to lie to her. I told her that Trishia and I were getting closer and closer each day. I walked in the hallway when somebody hold my hand. I turn around to see who is it. It's Liza, Trishia's friend. "Crishia", she's panting and trying to catch an air. "What? What's the matter?", I crossed my forehead. She handed me a red bag and just run away. I know where this came from, Trishia. I get the box and it's another cookies. "How many cookies I've thrown away?", I asked myself. As I walk toward the trash can, I saw something...another note. "I wish you were here". My heart pumps faster and faster. Why should I be worried?, a voice inside of me. I saw mom in the gate, crying. I run towards her. "What's wrong mom?", I asked, but I didn't get any answer from her. I sit in the back seat. It was raining. "I wish you were here", I remembered a Trishia's note. I want to tell mom about it, but I can't. What if she will find out that I'm lying? No! I won't tell her. She's not in the mood right now. Mom took the other road and I started wondering where we're going. "Mom, where we are going?", this time I am very curious. She looked at me through the mirror, "to the hospital". "Why?", my eyes widened. Who's in the hospital? I want to ask this question, but I know mom won't give me an answer.

We're already in the hospital. We walk in the aisle silently until we stop in the room 27. Mom opened the door and she let me in. As I take a step I saw a girl, sleeping and fighting for her breath. As I come closer to the pale patient I can recognize her. It was Trishia. She's very thin that I couldn't even recognize her. "Cruise", mom called me. "We're here for Trishia", she held my hand, "Cris, she's your sister".

Trishia, is my sister. She's older than me. Mom and her mom explained everything. We abandoned by our biological mother when Trishia was 4 and I was 2 back then. I was the first being adopted by the Davis family. Rodriguez family took Trishia over a few months. Trishia diagnosed to have a sarcoma when she was grade seven. Sarcomas are a bone cancer that starts in bone, muscle, fibrous tissue, blood vessels, fat tissue, as well as some other tissues. Trishia knew already that she was adopted and had a younger sister since she has older brothers. She looked for me until her foster-parents helped her. They knew where I was and contacted my parents about it. Both sides agreed to let us meet again. They decided to send us at the same school. Trishia didn't want to ruin my life, by interrupting my life. So she decided that she will be the one to reveal everything. Now, I couldn't help myself not remember her. I know that God prepared a place for her... for Trishia... for my sister.

Is it always being at the end you regret about everything? They told me it wasn't my fault. They told me I am not God, who holds her life. How I wish could bring back the time. How I wish I could bring back the time that I could eat all the cookies that she gave. How I wish I could bring back the time that we could bond with each other. How I wish.