The one they All forgot

Sister, Sister

The day came, a dreadful time. Full of pain, for mother, for me, for sister. For her this was the day the world ended, and yet her story was only just beginning. The trees swayed in a chilling breeze, the forest wept, dreaming of another world. If only it were that simple. Sister was to be sold, sold to the offices, to live the rest of her days working , no friends, no life, just work. Only work.

I sighed, dreaming of another way, wishing to be different. But the world doesn't work that way. We are born, we work, we die. The lucky ones earn profit, the less fortunate skim the dirt. However, there are few who dont survive this lifestyle. I'm afraid I might be one.