The Perfect Angel

The Perfect Angel

From Chicken Soup for the Kid's Soul

The Perfect Angel

When someone dies, they still live on in you and me, and everyone else who loved them.

Jessica Ann Farley, age 10

When I was seven years old, I met a new little girl who had just moved to my street. Kiki was a year older than I was. She had a brother, Sam, who needed to go to a special school, which is why her family had moved to Boston.

It was the summertime when we met, and the weather was very hot. Kiki and her mother came over to my house to get to know their new neighbors. Once Kiki and I saw each other, we knew that we would become great friends. That day, Kiki and I played outside and laughed together every minute. As the years progressed, Kiki and I became better and closer friends.

There is one day that I will never forget. I was in the fourth grade when this happened. I had noticed that Kiki had been getting a lot of really big bruises everywhere. I will not forget that night when the telephone rang and it was Kiki’s mother. When my mother got off the phone, she looked really upset. My mother and father called me into the dining room. My mother said, “Stacie, Kiki has a bad kind of cancer called leukemia.”

The first words I said were, “Is she going to die, Mom?” My mom said, “I don’t know, Stacie.”

At that moment, I knew that she meant “yes” in a nicer way. I ran up to my room and started crying and crying until I fell asleep.

The next day, I didn’t get to see Kiki at all. When a few days went by, I got a call from Kiki telling me that she was in the hospital. She told me that she had to go in for a bone marrow test with her brother, Sam. If this test matched, she would have a good chance of surviving. Sadly, there was no match.

Because we felt so helpless with the situation, my two sisters and I decided to do something to try to help. We called the Children’s Leukemia Center, and asked for some banners and money jars to use for a bake sale to try to raise funds for the center. We sold lemonade and cookies and made over sixty dollars. It made us feel like we were at least making a small contribution. What we really wanted was for Kiki and the other children to get well.

Months went by, and Kiki was still not getting any better. She had lost all of her hair. It was very hard for me to see her as sick as she was. But I went to see her almost every day.

The day before Kiki died, I was in school and got a message to come to Kiki’s house to say my final good-bye to my best friend. My mother came to the school to drive me to Kiki’s house. She told me that Kiki wanted to see me really badly. In the car, I was crying a lot.

I got to Kiki’s house, and I went up to her room, and everyone left so that we could talk together. We talked about everything, and I think it made Kiki feel better. Kiki seemed so brave and so unselfish, because her biggest concern was for her family. She asked me (and later, we found out, many people who knew them) to be sure to take care of her mom and dad and Sam. My last words were “I love you,” and she said, “I love you, too.”

That night I could not sleep, so I went downstairs. I had prayed every night that Kiki would get better and not die. My wishes and my praying did not help because Kiki died on that Thursday in January. It was six in the morning when my mom came down and said to me, “Stacie, she is gone.” I cried more than I ever had in my life. I could not believe that my best friend was gone. Days later, I went to Kiki’s funeral and cried even more.

One year passed, and we were having an anniversary memorial service. I have a pretty good voice, so Kiki’s mother asked me if I would sing a song from The Lion King at the service. I said yes and that I would sing “Can You Feel the Love Tonight” by Elton John.

I sang it, and everyone thought it was really good. I felt that when I sang that song, Kiki was singing it with me. The first movie Kiki and I saw together was The Lion King. That was our favorite movie. When I went to say my final good-bye to her, I was wearing my Lion King sweatshirt.

Two years have passed, and I still remember Kiki. I can remember very special things about Kiki: her warmth, her big heart, and her cute laugh and smile.

I sing a lot at talent shows and plays, and every time I sing, I know that Kiki is with me. I will never, ever forget Kiki because she was so special to me. I feel that she watches over me and that she is my guardian angel. I would call her the Perfect Angel, wouldn’t you?

Stacie Christina Smith, age 12



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