at the age of one, allie martin
was diagnosed with leukemia.
by three, her parents were carrying around a hairless baby,
and dreading each x they marked the calendar with.
but this is not a cancer story,
because by the age of four, she was cured
and she doesn't know why,
but she doesn't concern herself with the why.
allie martin is the best cheerleader i know,
just because she seems so happy to be up there
trying to make everyone else happy.
see, when she was in the hospital, her parents said,
she was the happiest patient there.
"it's allie, and i am here."
if there is one thing i cannot say about allie,
it is that she is not glad to be here.
in fifth grade, her boyfriend gave her a giant hershey's kiss
and she split it with her friends and the people
who didn't get anything for valentine's day.
she has this long blonde hair that's always perfectly straight,
no matter what the fashion. i've never seen her with short hair
and i don't think i ever will.
sometimes, she laughs at nothing.
allie's had more boyfriends than i have fingers,
but in all honesty i think i am most jealous of her
will to live and how
happy she is to do it.