Every morning i would wake from a dreadful nightmare. Miriams inert body, draped in white sheets on the floor, her face expressionless, crowds of people with tear stained faces and her favourite flower ,the tulip threaded onto strings and placed neatly on top of her body...and always the scent of lavender floating around me.
When Miriam told me that she was diagnosed with leukemia ,i was distraught. I tried my best to support her and told her every cloud had a silver lining but deep down i knew i had to prepare myself emotionally , reminisce and know that even though she wont be here one day , the memory of my best friend, my confidante will follow me wherever i go, her scent of lavender and the shimmering silver of her laugh.
Miriam had a serene charisma and a soothing aura around her. She was there to wipe my tears away on the first day of school and taught me to laugh even though i was sad.
Moreover she listened to all my fears with a gentle patience and covered my winters of self-hate with warm blankets of tender love. Her eyes were soft and forever wondering whether it was her favourite shake or a cute boy. She washed me with her healing sympathy and distracted me with her brilliant humour through all my hardships. She was like the mother i never had. She was my sole support system and never told me i was wrong but taught me how to distinguish between right and wrong.
I remember all those times when i wasn't nice as i should have bee. The times when i should have put her feelings before my own but all i cared about was making a racket with he rascals of the class and...