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Kiley Lucille Allen Mrs. Bear English 10 24 October 2011 __Kate’s Prayer__ I remember the day she had surgery well. My mom went to visit her with my seven-year-old sister, Kate, My brothers and I were too busy with our lives to put aside an hour or two for the girl who had become as close to us as each other over the past year. Elizabeth Teuffle was twenty-eight years old but she seemed much younger to me. She had suffered from multiple sclerosis since she was three. She had long, thin light brown hair. It was often tangled and probably waist-length, but I could never be sure since it was constantly bunched up over her shoulder. She was 5’3” at most but always hunched over to more like 4’9”. She always had a smile on her face that looked very forced, but in reality, she was just in pain. The morning after Lizzy’s surgery, my mom was awakened by a call from the hospital at midnight. After she woke me up to go lie in bed with the baby, she ran out the door crying. Something was wrong. We didn’t know what though. I did not go strait to my parent’s room to watch the baby, I went to Kate’s room and carried her into my two brother’s room. I woke them and told them all I knew and sweet, innocent Kate suggested a prayer for Lizzy. She bowed her head and folded her arms and started the prayer. In it, she asked that Lizzy would be okay, then, in her small voice mentioned “and thank you, for giving us Lizzy. She is very nice and you did a really good job creating her. She loves everyone and tries so hard. She has been very good. She is my best friend.” I felt my heart trembling at her words. She was so small and innocent, yet she understood so much more than me. She saw that Lizzy was truly miraculous and had gone through so much while all the rest of us judged her in a glance. Later that afternoon, we discovered that Lizzy passed away that morning for unknown reasons. In that moment, I felt cold. How would Kate take this? I had judged Lizzy and I never gave her a chance. My mother’s pained expression in front of me tried to read my expressionless face, but then I remembered Kate’s prayer and I felt comforted. I was worried for no reason. Kate was very mature when handling the news. It was seven-year-old Kate who wrote a beautiful story about Lizzy going to live with God and presented it to my parents. It was Kate who didn’t shed a tear. Kate’s clear blue eyes stared up at us and showed us memories of Lizzy and explained that it would be okay. Kate had imprinted our hearts with a sweet, soft prayer that we’d always remember.