I was 9 when my sister died. Two years after my Daddy died. It was the most tragic thing ever. I kept seeing visions of her in my dreams. Then I would see her. But I thought they were just images. Then she talked to me. She was 7 when she died. 5 when Daddy died. She was going in the lake to swim. I told her I'd be there in a minute. My mother was very strict but we were having a sleepover with our friend. And Mother didn't know we were going to the lake. We didn't tell her. But I was eating a PB and J sandwich. She was a fast eater. She went in before any of us. She kept telling us to hurry up. I told her just wait. And she would sigh. I just randomly said just wait again but I heard no sigh. I looked over but didn't see her. Then I heard splashing. I looked over. She was too deep. Screaming and kicking and splashing. I ran in to get her. She went completely under. I dove under. But my feet slipped and I couldn't reach. So I kept diving and I finally found her. I yelled, "Help! I can't reach!" And someone came in and pulled us both out. Then somebody called 911. And they were trying to bring her back to live. But she had to stay in the hospital for days. Mother was angry at me for not telling her about the lake, and she was devastated about what happened. We went to see her and stayed the night every night, we only left a couple of times to get food but came back to eat. Once, the doctor came in to tell us news. He said, "I have good news, and I have bad news. The bad news, She slipped in her sleep. And the good news, she slipped peacefully and was in no pain." Then Mother and u started crying. And Mother said, "Your Daddy is I heaven bare cause if you. And your sister is in heaven because of you. I'm going to make your life miserable!"