With fingerprint in hand, it was hard to stop the tears from falling. The sadness would crush me at the strangest times, and now was one of them.

My little sister had died in a car crash, while I had been driving.  Everyone said that it wasn’t my fault…but how could it not be?  A day never passed without me remembering that day, reliving it over and over until I was unable to function from the never ending tears.

I was holding now a project that we had done together, using our fingerprints to make different pictures, some that were unrecognizable to me now.  But one stood out among the rest.  Little Annie had used her thumb prints to make a pink heart, and underneath, were the words ‘I love you.’ 

I held the small piece of paper close to my heart, while the tears rolled down my face and made the colors run wherever they touched the paper.