I have it

Sheryl was different. Sheryl didn’t eat off of dishes that had been washed in washing machines because she was afraid that there was poisons in the soaps. She didn’t wear clothes that were washed in washing machines because she was afraid that the laundry detergent would make her skin fall off. She was afraid of the sun, she would always wear long clothes, and hats. She would not swim near the drain in the deep end of the pool because she was afraid that her hair would get sucked into it, and she would drown at the bottom. Sheryl was only eleven and she was so afraid of life. Sheryl was my best friend.
When I would be at the breakfeast table with Sheryl and her mom, her mom would give her pills to take. Sheryl would put them in her mouth and when we went out to play, Sheryl would pull the pill from under her tounge at throw them into the shrubs by her door. We would often play under the orange tree in her front yard. We would pretend we were summer fairies. One afternoon, when we were outside under the blooming orange tree, Sheryl became fascinated with a line of ants that were making their way up the trunk of the tree.
“Look for Pinky, he is the white ant,” She said to me. I could not see the white ant, but she could. A few weeks later she went on a family vacation in Oregon and went on a horse drawn carriage ride. She was riding next to a loud river. The horses were spooked by the loud water, and they bucked and flipped the carriage over, tossing Sheryl down the hill. She hit her head and drowned. For being so afraid of the world, a freak accident was a very peculiar way for Sheryl to die. A few months later my mom told me that Sheryl had a very severe case of Obsessive Compulsive Disorder.
I mourned but the years passed on and then suddenly I was a junior in highschool. It was in this year I kept having wierd dreams about the white ant, over and over again. I had been told of a white ant by one person in my life, Sheryl. I went to my school library and looked up what ants meant in the three volume Archetype and Dream Dictionary Mrs. Glass, the librian had. The book had a definition for ants and for a white ant.
A white ant symbolizes meakness and fear of world contamination in buddist culture.
Sheryl pointed out her own destiny. Perhaps she had to be taken from this world because this world was too scary of a place for a fragile fearful spirit like hers. I believe she was in tuned with some sort of higher universal knowledge at a young age, and I was fortunate enough to be exposed to the great wonders that are out there.

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one day I will introduce a whole new world to you