Dear Michelle,
Were you really there all along? Right after your death I prayed to Father so hard, that you will be my guardian angel up there. It took me so long to realise, didn't I, all those nights of returning home late in the morning, why i wasn't robbed or even worse, raped. Even if it wasn't you, it must have been God who had been beside me.

After 8 years, I've yet to come to terms with your passing, my dear girl. Did you hear me wailing silently when Teacher Ying Song informed the class of your death? We were all too young to understand death, but I still remember all of our faces had gone pale upon receiving the bad news. I prayed really hard, Michelle, I wanted so much for you to wake up, so I could visit you and give you titbits to eat. Did you feel my hand in the hospital? Teacher Jasmine broke the rules of the ICU and brought me in even though I was only 10 years old. She knew how much I wanted to speak to you. Michelle, it broke my heart so badly to see half of your scalp bald, the pate of your head thickly bandaged up, the tubes in your nose, and your chapped lips. I could almost picture that vivid image of your blank face staring back at me now. You told me, you wanted to have long hair, I wanted to tell you, your hair will grow back right after the operation, right after you wake up from your coma. You told me your hair grew very fast. Please wake up, Michelle, I pleaded so hard, with my tears. I need you!

After my visit from the hospital, I couldn't stop crying, even at the MRT station. My mother gave me a tight slap to stop me from crying. But Michelle, my heart was wrecked to know perhaps you might never wake up to play with me after Sunday school! Did you see me, Michelle? I saw your favourite teddy bear in the coffin. I weeped to see your skin had turned yellow, why did you give up? Or was it that God wanted you to be his angel? I cried my heart out when your coffin was cremated, Michelle, my Michelle, where are you now? Are you happy where you are now? I miss you so much!

Till this day, sometimes when I am reminded of your death, I cry. I guess I have never ever stopped mourning over your passing. Remember how I used to admire you for having such a nice pencil case? And we both loved rainbows. I hope where you are, you see the same rainbow as me. I love you Michelle, I really do, and thank you for watching over me so faithfully after all these years.