Grade: 8th grade
Age: 13

The Dress

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I found your dress today. Your favorite dress. The baby blue one with big white polka dots. The scent of your floral perfume still lingers. I don’t understand why you liked it so much, there’s nothing special or unique about it. I personally never liked it that much, but I was never going to say that to you because your love for that dress was unbreakable. I still don’t like that dress, but that’s mostly because that dress has one horrible memory that still haunts me, and will always haunt me. You came home in a panic looking for that dress. You looked through your closet, my closet, the laundry room, the garage, pretty much every inch of the house. Our loud bickering filled the house as you repeatedly accused me of stealing it. I tried to convince you that I didn’t have it but you didn’t believe me. I kept on saying that you must’ve left it somewhere, but that just made you more furious. All of the unnecessary topics that we both brought up caused tears to emerge from both of us and even more yelling and accusations. This back and forth yelling continued for thirty minutes until you gave up looking for it. You stomped out of your room and down the stairs as you made your way to the door. The front door was slammed shut on your way out. I peeked out of the window to see where you were going and I saw you angrily walking towards your car. You slammed your car door shut, quickly started the engine, and sped away.
I regret not going after you right when you left the house. Maybe then I could’ve talked to you and calm you down. We could always easily calm each other down no matter how mad we were, but another thing we easily did was get into small, unnecessary fights. We would get into fights about who gets to ride in the front seat or about which one of us gets to open the first gift on Christmas. I have a vivid memory of one of the fights we had when I was little. It is almost exactly like the fight about your dress. I had lost my teddy bear that I loved so much. I never went anywhere without it. I couldn’t sleep without it and I would even take baths with it next to me. I was home one day playing with my dolls in my room when I realized that the teddy bear had gone missing. I immediately burst into a fit. I was screaming and crying asking mom where it was, as she calmly held me in her arms trying to put my mind at ease. Then I remember the idea of you stealing it coming to my mind. I cried my way to your room and opened your door without hesitation, and there you were peacefully lying on your bed listening to music. I was yelling at you asking you over and over where you put my bear, and you simply answered with “I don’t know” and attitude every time. The attitude only made my tantrum even worse so I ran to my room and cried. That whole month was miserable for me but after that I basically forgot all about my lost teddy bear. And I still haven’t found that bear to this day.
Your room is still filled with all of your things. Nothing there has changed. The bed is in the same place, the duvet is the same, the shelves haven’t been touched, and the closet still has your clothes. But in every other room of the house it feels like a different place. The kitchen has been remodeled and now the fridge, what used to be the best part of the kitchen with all of our magnets and pictures filling the surface, is plain, boring stainless steel. The living room has different furniture and the rug is now dull and boring with different shades of grey instead of the rug that used to be there with the beautiful mosaic of all the astonishing colors. All of the bathrooms have also been remodeled and have been changed from being bright and cheery to dull and depressing. It’s like when you left everything changed. Not only did the house change, but the whole town changed. People around town are like the house. They have changed from joyful and lively people to colorless and boring people. It’s almost like they have become soulless. Their daily agendas have become repetitive and lifeless. Every one of them used to say how they never wanted their lives to end up like that, but here they are today. They get up, eat, work, and then sleep in a never ending cycle.
Without you here the way people act around me has dramatically changed. People at my school who treated me horribly before now treat me like I’m some fragile child who will break from one small insult. Most of my friends changed and they treat me the same way the others do, like a child. They are always asking how I am and telling me to talk to them, but I always answer with a no. I don’t need to talk, and especially not with them. I thought I could trust them, I thought they were real friends, but it turns out I only have one real friend. My real, trustworthy, and amazing friend, Delaney, is the only person I have since you’re gone. She was part of the group with my other friends, but I always had a strong and real connection with her. She has supported me in unimaginable ways and I am eternally grateful.
I miss you. I miss seeing your big blue eyes. I miss hearing your soft, angelic voice. I miss the smell of your cooking every night. Somehow most of all I miss seeing you in that baby blue dress with big white polka dots.

2 thoughts on “The Dress

  1. Sadness envelopes this “message” to a dead girl from her sister–sadness and memories of past arguments. Writer does a good job conveying the pain of her death and its aftermath.

  2. Sad tribute to a lost sibling. First person perspective and an honoring of the person and the impact she had.

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