Bald tears in Heaven

     They told me I was dying. I have already knew that. My friends too. My grandparents, my aunt, my whole family. They all knew that already.

       I guess the only person that had a little of hope was my brother. He says everyday to me I am alive and he is crazy to take me home with him. And, even I believing that I was going to die a little later than now, I knew he was kind of… out of himself.

     Two years before I was born, he lost our sister to a car accident, and now he is losing me to Cancer.  For me, that’s ok. I want to be near to god as soon as possible. For him, I guess he is not so good.

     I stopped using a machine to be alive. It was not going to work and I was sick of staying at the hospital. I knew that I did not have so many time, that’s why I wanted to come back home, say goodbye to my friends and get away from the hospital. I was ready to take a deep breath and to go to the heaven. I have been waiting for this since forever, and now, with being sure that I made difference in some people’s life, I was ready to die.

     I had my last day at school with some friends today. I touched my head. No hair, as usual, the only think that was making me crazy for dying now, it is because I will be bald on sky. Great.

    After all the cries, the entire goodbye and everything, I came back home at night. I was not going to last more than week, the doctors told us, but I did not want to see them again. It Would hurt more.

     When I came back home, I found my brother in the garden on the dark. He saw me and he started to pretend he was not crying, but I saw it. I seated with him and we stayed on silence for a long time. He started to cry again.

     - Do you think I will be bald on the sky? – I asked him. He laughed.

     - With all of this happening and you are asking me about your appearance? – he asked.

     - Well, if I am going to find the creator, I want to make sure I am going to be beautiful, so he can see that he did a great job on me.

     He smiled and he hugged me.

     - You are the best masterpiece he has ever made. – he told me.

      I died 4 days after that. I came to the sky, I saw god, he hugged me and took me as my father. My black hair was back to my head and I found my little sister. She smiled and took me as an old friend, and she recognized me (so do I) even because she died before I was even in my mom’s belly.

      I still watch my brother every day. He got married and he had three kids. All boys. He loves them, but he always wanted a girl. He thinks about me at least once in a month and he stills light up a candle form me every year on the day I died.