I came home looking forward to one thing, seeing my little sister Sienna.
I had spent so long in the hospital, learning to live life in a wheelchair, coming to terms with the accident that landed me here. Dealing with the fact that baring a miracle I would never walk again.
I struggled, but I knew I would be coming home to Sienna.
My little sister, she was so much a part of my life. I had been gone for three months, hospital, and Rehab. But for my six year old sister it seemed like an eternity.
We missed each other more than words could say.
Sienna though eleven years younger than I am, and I are as close as two sisters could be.
I remembered when I was told Mom was pregnant, how long I had prayed for a little girl. She had been pregnant before and miscarried, doctors said she would probably miscarry Sienna, but she survived, came into this world, rosy and pink, with a full set of lungs. She weighed seven pounds six ounces, and right away I loved my baby sister. It was like having my own doll, though at eleven I was getting to old for dolls, at least I told myself that. I still had them all over the house though.
I helped Mom with Sienna every chance I got, and I hated leaving her even to go to school.
For three months I was out of her life though, well not out of it, but not in it enough either. I was in the hospital.
The first time Sienna came to see me in the hospital, she was scared.
"Sienna I am still Heather, I am still your big sister." I said. "That hasn't changed."
"I know." Sienna managed. "But I am afraid. Will I break you?"
"No." I said, and slowly Sienna made her way to the chair, where I was sitting. The chair was my legs now.
"Mommy says your legs don't work anymore that you can't walk. Can't the doctor fix them Heather."
"No Sienna, they don't think they can."
"Well I will help you Sissy, like you help me."
I couldn't help smiling, Sienna was the best medicine I could possibly have.