"Ahhh... Ah, it's morning."

When I got up from the bed, the alarm on my smartphone was ringing, so I swiped it immediately. At that time, the time was blurred with tears and I couldn't read it and the pillow was wet. I rubbed my eyes and checked the time again, and it was just after seven in the morning. I quickly made bacon and eggs in a frying pan while basking in the lingering sound of my sister's nostalgic, kind, and slightly sweet voice that still lingers in my head, and then I headed to her room before going to work. She was sleeping quietly in the acrylic case there, and I softly murmured, "I was really happy to be able to go on a date with you in my dreams tonight,"

After that, I kissed her through the case while looking at her 'sleeping' face and went to work.

Today is the her sixth angelversary. About two years ago, a groundbreaking medicine for that disease called cystic fibrosis was developed, but it didn't realized in time for my sister, and I can't help but feel sad and frustrated about that. I'm sorry that tears are coming out as I talk. At that time, I made a donation to a research foundation for the disease, and I would like to think that it helped a little. Since it is a genetic disease, there is no cure, but the symptoms have been suppressed to a certain extent and I can now live my daily life almost without any problems. This is what is known as a state of remission. When I see children with the same disease who have taken this medicine on the TV news and are healthy and running around outside, it makes me feel emotional and I have mixed feelings.

A memory of my older sister who was born with a weak constitution. She had a constant cough ever since she was little and was in and out of the hospital with pneumonia, and whenever she coughed when we were alone, I would call out to her, worried about her. When she was feeling well, we would go out to play at the park in the neighbourhood. I remember being happy as a child when she was able to play until late at night. However, after my older sister entered high school, we had an oxygen concentrator at home and she started carrying a portable oxygen tank. Last night, I dreamed about my older sister saying, "Julia, you can go wherever you want," and it reminded me of the fact that she could hardly go anywhere. I still regret that I should have pushed myself a little and gone on a trip with her.

One night when my older sister was about 18 years old, I was having dinner with her after she had been temporarily discharged from the hospital, and she said, "I want to spend all my time at home with Julia."

She told my mother and me with tears in her eyes. It was really hard to see her expression at that time, so I still remember it vividly. After that, I made an appointment for a consultation with a funeral home called "Finley Funeral Services," which I had heard rumours about in the pediatric ward. Later, I went there with Ray and mom. When we entered, Amanda, the owner, greeted us and showed us to the reception room. After I pulled my older sister's wheelchair, I sat down in a chair, but she said to me, "Julia, there's something I want to tell you," so I stood next to her wheelchair. Immediately after that, my older sister suddenly reached out and picked me up, and said to Amanda with a smile, "Nice to meet you. My name is Rachel Chernick. Is there anything I can do to stay at home with my younger sister Julia forever?" While I was stunned by her bold action, she introduced me to the "Eternal Viewing Plan" It was a revolutionary embalming technique that allows families and individuals to spend their lives together at home for as long as they wish, in the case of someone who has unfortunately had to end their short life due to illness, or who has lost a son or daughter in an accident and is in despair. She met a friend from the west at the university where she attended to become an embalmer, and after graduating, she interned with him for a while to learn the techniques, and then opened a funeral parlour on the eastern city like here, where their business areas do not overlap. After that, they gathered their friends and formed a trade association or study group called the "Eternal Viewing Alliance.'' After several years, the names of her funeral parlour and the plan had spread widely by word of mouth, and they already had a lot of success. The three of us took the pamphlets and documents home and discussed it, and a few days later we all unanimously decided to keep her in her room in case anything happened to her, so we signed the documents and sent them to Amanda.