Her name was Alicia. She was about four years older than me. My aunt-mom brought her to stay with us because our uncle and his wife used to maltreat her when she was with them .
She arrived in our house on a Friday night and among my siblings I was the only she has lived with for the longest in our village. I was the first person to speak to her and shared my meal with her because finally I was happy to have a sister . At least now when my friends talk about their sisters . Although I was happy with my brothers , I always wanted to know how it will feel to live with a sister.
When she arrived initially, she was that sweet, shy and good girl. With time I don't know what happened to her but she started introducing the age difference factor between my siblings and I.
I will not say she broke us apart but she was a factor.
After two years of living with us, she was now comfortable. She felt she belong for the first time in a long time but with time, greed clouded her thinking. She began to want everything I had to herself. My father's love, the love of my siblings and that of my aunt- mom but she only got to steal the love my siblings. Though my dad and my aunt- mom loved her but not more than me.
She used to get jealous any time anyone does anything for me and decided to disgrace me in front of visitors. She always told anyone she knew who knows me about my previous stealing habits but when she saw that wasn't enough she just began to hate and tell lies about me to my aunt-mom so I land in trouble . She always had the backing of her sister to come against me. So even in my teen years they still didn't like me for a reason I don't know.
But this story is not about either of them, it's about me. This my life story . See you in my next chapter .
