That year, I was 19 years old and my sister was 17 years old. She had a beautiful smile and always liked to sit in the stands with her father and watch my baseball games. She climbed over the railing in a cotton skirt but never cheered for me. She suffers from congenital heart disease and has been taught to be calm and not impatient since she was a child.
That summer, my sister held my hand and asked me, brother, will I die? I said, how come? She is gentle, beautiful, and considerate. But after all, she never made it through that summer and the operation failed.