My little heroine

  

My little heroine.

There are three thousand students in our school. They are all my sisters. But among them, I had someone special. I love her .as well as I respect her. Because I have learned a lot of things from her life. When I get depressed, I remember the things that she thought. She and I have not talked much. But most days I look at her from a distance. That's how I learned from her about life. She is Kavishka. as I remember she is three years younger than me. she is so pretty. However, she was born without arms and legs.

She is so Lucy. Because she has a strong mother. Every day her mother picked her up and bought her to school if that mother had been weak, my sister’s life would have been different. Amaya is good at learning. Not only can that she draw. She has won some art competitions. I was very happy when she received the prizes on the school stage for those victories. I blessed her all with my heart.

I let Kavishka write on the front page of my memory book before I left school. I never thought she would be so happy about that opportunity. She had drawn a beautiful picture in that book.

 I tried to call her before I wrote this article. , but her number does not work now. Maybe she forgot about me. However she is always been, my little heroine.