My younger sister, Ivy White, died the day before the new semester started.She jumped from the 16th floor of Redwood Heights, where our family lived.She didn't bleed much, her head twisted to one side. Her body was curled in a pool of blood.It was eerie that her face wore a smile.When people saw the expression on Ivy's face, they all gasped.She was so young, yet her smile looked unnaturally sinister and cruel.It gave everyone goosebumps.My mother, Linda Madison, broke down and cried. My father, David White, who had stood tall all his life, suddenly slumped. He silently smoked one cigarette after another.The police comforted us while following procedures. "If there's a suicide note, we can close this as a suicide."So, all of us began searching Ivy's room, trying to find a note.My grandmother, Martha Haggard, was the first to discover it.There was only one sentence in that note.Martha held the paper in her hand, looking stunned. Then, she suddenly cried out, "Ivy.
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