Imagine hating someone who did nothing wrong except be born, someone you don’t even know. Both of you are just my joys of all joy. That’s the difference between you and me. You’re going to hate me forever and fight the love you still have, and I’m going to love you forever even though you hate me. I’m much happier without that hate in our lives, to be honest. But it still makes me sad because it doesn’t have to be this way. Not even for me but for her. Her friends are fine but they’re just her friends.
You’re her sister. You could be having the BEST conversations, you literally could be the absolute bestest friends, the kind you see on tv and think doesn’t exist but actually does. She carries her own grief for you and she hides it so well behind that smile. She wants to know you She wants to share with her life with you.
But you’re just …you. And still you visit this page every day looking for something-I’m guessing attention. So, here it is. Your sister on her 12th birthday without you in it. Way to go.
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