Bonds…

Family… 
I’m looking at the pale face of my sister, and instead of crying, I am laughing. I am laughing because she is dying. She is dying of cancer.

Yay!!! 

“Die…”

I whisper, caressing her face. 

She is beautiful…

***

A family is not complete without one of its members. When one leaves, it never remains the same. When one dies, they all die. That’s what makes a family. It is why blood is thicker than water.

It is called bond. 

Bond is the ties that bind everything together. 

It is the thin line between life and death.

It is family. 

And it is why all of us; my parents, brother and Gandparents want Rose to die. 

It is why….

People die. 

Because on the other side, there is something that attracts them.

See, ‘dust to dust’ is deeper than than what you think. It is bond. 

***

“She can’t feel me.” I say to my mom as the Doctor checks her temperature. 

“Yeah, us too. ” My Mom replies, referring to the rest of us. “She is unconscious.”

At the other side of Rose’s bed, is Mrs Gujarat, Rose’s foster mother. She is crying. We are ignoring her. 

Did I say foster mother? 

Yes. I’ll explain later. 

***

Seven years ago, we were on our way to visit the Benin Zoo, when a Tanker from no where hit our car and crushed all of us to death. Me, my parents, my brother and Grannies. All of us except Rose. Rose survived. 

We’ve been here on the other side waiting for her to come join us, for the past 7years, waiting for her to be bonded with us again, as a family.

Mrs Gujarat had adopted her as her daughter, but hey…, blood is thicker than water. It’s time for her to rejoin her real family. 

**

The heart monitors are bleeping now. The Doctor is saying something and Mrs Gujarat is wailing. The Doctor shakes his head and pulls a cloth over Rose’s face. 

“Roselyn…” I hear a voice behind me. It is Rose. She is smiling. 

We are all smiling. 

Family, again. 
Mrs Gujarat is wailing louder now. But do you know why? It is bond. 

Aren’t you wondering how and why you are reading this? 

*smiles*

It is the bond between the living and the dead. 

Everything is bonded. 

Adieu.