Something is wrong with me. Everyone else forgets. I do, too... Sometimes. My parents are clueless. Everyday, they forget most of the past day, only remembering the basics. That's how they forgot that I had an older sibling.
However, I remember her well. She remembered, too. She told me somethings. I learnt that she was a "she" and I am a "he", but most people are "its". Our parents are its. She spoke of a rebellion. She said she would escape. She promised to take me with her.
She broke that promise. She ran away last week. She got captured and taken away by authorities.
