I still see my sister’s face often, her smile, her eyes, even the words she spoke when I was angry or upset. To me, she was a saint.
When she was killed, I realized she was a saint to many.
She did not live long, yet she left an undeniable mark on the world.
She was a butterfly.
Butterflies do not stay with us long, but their beauty and actions are never forgotten.
She taught me the most important lesson: be a butterfly: “Your time may be short, but your touch can last forever.”.