I look back at the pictures.
Her sparkling brown eyes seem to look straight back at me
As her contagious smile warms my heart for the millionth time.
I come across my favorite-
I am holding her and she is wrapping her tiny little arms around my neck.
We are all smiles and hold on as if we will never let go.
When I close my eyes,
I am back in Guatemala and she is in my arms again.
I cherish that moment as if it is real.
I wonder if I will ever get to see her again-
Mi "hermanita" preciosa.
My precious "little sister."
I am filled with a righteous anger-
Why does she have to be sick?
If I had one wish
And I could wish for one thing to change,
I would not wish for money
I would not wish for fame
I would not waste my wish on my own fleeting desires.
I would only wish for mi hermanita to be well-
To be a healthy little girl without a care in the world.