I fell in love with her the moment I saw her. I was happy to have her, my best friend, who followed me like a little shadow.
And then things changed between us. I started resenting her. The comparing, the labelling… by all around me, got on my nerves, though her love for me was unconditional.
One afternoon, I heard Mom’s screams. The little one had fallen down the stairs and was unconscious.
In those few long moments at the hospital, something changed.
I walked home holding her hand tightly and felt glad that I still had a little sister.
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