"Is it dead? What happened!" I said as I rolled my sister's hamster around in it's little cage. It was a Sunday evening when I said these words, I was all alone, and I was very confused. I didn't know what I was going to do at that point. The only person who I could talk to and help me out in this situation was a friend that I had been talking to for a …showed first 75 words of 969 total…

…showed last 75 words of 969 total…this plan because I didn't want to warp my little sister's sense of reality into thinking that living things don't die, but live on forever. No, that wouldn't have been the solution, and even if I successfully did it, I wouldn't have felt good about myself. I knew that my sister would get over the hamster's death eventually, and she did. In fact, she got over it quickly. She even bought another hamster. Oh boy...