Marta Bessa

Marta was Born the 1st November, 1995. I cant tell How was it, But I guess it was just amazing,
because she was born, and it was enough. I was born 3 days after her, 4th November, 2005. She was a
rose cheecky beuty Queen, as she told me and her pictures of when she was a Baby Girl were very
beutifull. She was healthy and had Big Green eyes - so Green!!
I met her on the 3rd Grade, 2004. She was simply Beutifull But very silencious. She wouldnt say a
word about anything, only when I talked to her, she started beeing more interactive and speacking
more and more. She was a very Kind Girl, with no doubts. She always respected everyone and loved
everyone so much. She was truely the Best, we could only see it when it was too late. 4th Grade was
over soon and we had our party held to celebrate the school year and Primary Graduation. Nobody
Cried. I did inside. Our Primary school was over and we were "Big Ladies" like Marta used to say.
Marta went to another school, and I would Go to another. I begged My mother "Please, Let me go with
her and the other Girls" but My mum's decision was already taken. I was going to a private school
and that was it. I got very sad as I though I would never ever see My bestfriend again (although I
didnt know, I was right).
My younger brother, was still on our old school, and he had the christmas Party, I was late and so,
in a rush I sitted down next to my mother. She was sad inside and I was wondering why when she
wishepered in My ear that Marta was Ill. I asked what was that and she said to me "Leuakemia" I
didnt understand the word, and so though My very bestfriend would make it trough, she was Marta
after all, Brave Marta. My old 4th grade teacher adviced us to send a message to Marta, I did, but
never got a reply. I guess I was just selfish and I never went to her hospital room, something I
regret with all my life.
Time flew so fast and it was March, 2006. Marta's mother called me on my phone and told me "Hello
Inês, we're Going to go out the hospital tommorow, so if you want, you can come to our house and be
with Marta saturday" I was so happy and I couldnt wait. It was almost 9 months since I had seen her
for the last time. The Next day, I told everyone I was going to meet Marta again, But no one knew
who Marta was, but I kept saying cause I couldnt really wait.
That day, 16th March, 2006, I remenber so well as it was yeasterday. My mother picked me up from
College and we went to pick up my brother. (to my old primary school) as I got in, My mother went to
search for my Brother and I standed up in front of a portrait of our 4th Grade class. there was me
and Marta, smiling (something I have in a beutifull Portrait now In my room) . And then, a Little
Boy came in and pointed the beutifull picture with his finger, he looked up at me with his sad eyes
and said "were you Marta's Friend?" I replied "yes, but why?" and than he told me, He told me and I
was in chock "Is that Marta died this afternoon" . I couldnt believe. I was sure it was a lie, it
was not true. My Buddy Girl, I was Going to see her in the next day, How could that be? I ran inside
the school and I found my old 4th grade teacher crying alone in a room. then I knew.. I came in and
cried with her, I hold her with both arms and she just told me "She was too young.. too young" .

Marta was getting out of that hospital in 1 hour, but as her mother packed the things in the bag,
Marta had an attack and she closed her eyes forever. she was even ruched to be putted on life
support, but it was too late, she was already Gone..

Loosing a child is by far, one of the hardest things to go trough. Marta was a very sweet Little 11
year-old. She loved to run without shoes in the grass, while the rain kept falling on her. She loved
to call me "Nene" & she was simply Gorgeous. we were told by our teacher to writte something that
was very important for us of that school, as we went out Primary and as others wrotte "I loved when
we got to disney land.." "I love my friends.. and meeting the teachers.." she wrotte this beutifull
thing Ill never ever forget "The best thing in this school and My life was meeting Inês Costa,
because she's a very Good friend" I cannot understand why she was taken from us in such a cruel way
and why she's not here to enjoy her life as she always did..She was pure innoncence and I love and
remenber her with my hole heart.

I MISS YOU BUDDY GIRL.