Today my little sister learned about death (she’s 10). Her hamster that she’d had since October died sometime this afternoon. This isn’t the first time she’d ever experienced death however, almost 2 years ago my uncle died my sister naturally was sad, but she didn’t know him very well so it didn’t hit her as hard. Later that same year our grandfather died, but she’d only met him once and didn’t talk to him on the phone as much, that death didn’t have as much on of an impact on her either because they’d not been very close (that one hit me hard though because I was very close to him). Today she actually shed tears over her hamster’s death because Blaze, as she was called, was almost like my sister’s child. She’d picked her out, named her, fed her and even talked with her everyday. I watched her love for her hamster grow each day even to the point where she’d ask me to check on Blaze while I was home during the day. So for her to come home from her after school activities and find out that her hamster died was the most upsetting thing she could heard all day. At first she thought my dad was joking when he told her, because my dad does have a tendency to joke around, but not today. At first she didn’t want to believe him and went to her room to check to find her hamster lying on her back unmoving. She didn’t want to cry, but I came in and told her it’s okay sometimes hamsters die and that Blaze died knowing we cared for her. She just nodded her head looking sad then went and sat on the stairs and cried. Hearing my little sister cry like this upset me as a big brother, knowing there’s nothing I can do to help her. All I can do is comfort her so in her time of sadness.