She was always that girl, that was a little bit different, the one who always had her head up in the clouds. The one that stood out from the crowd and enjoyed her individuality.

Everyone thought this strange for a girl of 15.

But, she didn’t care.

But, no one knew that most Sundays  at 2pm, Danika without fail would sit beside her older sister Anika’s grave and talk.


Anika had been the only one who understood her eccentricities, and after every visit she felt at peace.

That was her secret.