My sister is the strongest person I will ever know.
Superman. Ironman. Even the Hulk- none of them compared to the little girl before me who squeezed my hand, held her doll close, and smiled brokenly as the doctors did her chemotherapy.
She threw up after her first one. I kept her hair out of her face as she puked apple sauce and juice. She could no longer eat oreos and candy corn.
On some days, she couldn't get out of bed.
I would secretly skip school and drive back home after our parents left to work.
My sister's eyes would light up, and she would smile her real smile.
I lived for those moments.