“Here lies our little sunshine, which set too
soon when our hearts were not prepared”
…those were the words on the tombstone of Tandi. Tandi was my friend and today, she is worlds away and she isn’t coming back.
Tandi was a bubbly girl and would always make you see the best in the worst of situations. Her white face made it seem like the sun wasn’t shining. Her eyes shone like there is always hope for tomorrow. Her hair looked like a forest of golden lily confetti.
“Hey you, Whitey! Red head! Shift, you might be white but you aren’t transparent you know?”
These were just the tip of the iceberg of taunting words Tandi got on a daily basis. She was pushed, pricked, poked and shoved with words and bodily contact because she didn’t have one thing- a pigment. They made fond of her while she squinted her eyes to read and wouldn’t let her in the class play because she did not look like them.
She had built a wall to ward off the hate but I guess she couldn’t hold on any longer, so they came crashing down. I guess you are never too strong enough when you get pushed off or hated for being “different”. Tandi had taken her own life. She was just 15. A part of me felt guilty that I didn’t save her from this and maybe it’s because I didn’t see it coming because she never showed it.
Once upon a time there lived a little Tandi girl who now lies here… and I can only hope that the Tandis out there will hold on for just a little while longer…