My Sister

My sibling is a special case. When I was young, before the age of twelve, I started to abuse her. For the longest while, I believed I was a monster. But, I have come to know that I was not. I was was twelve for goodness gracious when the abuse stopped.

But, now, she is a very happy twenty-something and we love each other dearly. She is creative, talented, and dedicated to her work. She smiles and laughs and dances way better than I do.

There is much more I have to say regarding my sister, but I think that this should do for now.