My little sister.
When we crash landed on Earth I weighed 817 grams and my little sister weighed 680 grams. Even though I was the biggest, everyone thought I was going to die. But I didn’t, Honey did.
For nine days she was happy in her incubator. She didn’t cause any trouble. Then something called Necrotising Enterocolitis came along and killed her. Bastard.
Everybody was very, very sad. They had only just met Honey and now she was gone. I was luck because I had known her for 6 months. But it still wasn’t long enough.
My mummy and daddy cried. Both my grannies and both my granddads cried. My Uncle Mike cried. But I didn’t cry because I knew Honey would look after me every day. And she did. But even she didn’t realise how much looking after there would be to do.
