Adele is her name.

It's me,Adele.

"Happy birthday! Whoooooooa!" I was awakened by those exultant shouts. Crap,what time is it? WHAT, 7:00?! Fuck,I gotta go! 30 mins left!

I quickly got in to the shower and then dressed myself up. I gonna be late for work,Jesus Christ. And beyond forgetting,it's my sister's 18th birthday! The shouts that awakened me is probably coming from her room. Thanks to those shouts,or else I'll not be able to make it to work - crap.

I opened my drawer and pulled out  a birthday paper bag. Inside of it is a simple shoulder bag that she can use to school or whenever she wanna hang out with friends. I bought it yesterday night from the nearby mall,that's why I came home late.

"Sephora?" I knocked at her door,and it took a seconds before it finally opened.
"Delly?"
"Hi babes,happy birthday!" I tend to kiss her but she refused. "So,is that your gift for me?" She asked,looking at the paper bag that I'am holding. "oh,yea. Here it is."
"Thank you!" She grabbed it really quick and bang the door even though I'm still infront of it.

What the heck,she's so mean. She always breaks my heart.

 (8:13 am)

I'm late! I work in a cafe as a crew.
"Delly!" Laura joyfully greeted me. I put my apron and head dress on. "Hi babes."
"You're late!" savage asshole. "I know.."

"How's the party going on?"
"Well,thanks to their shouts that awakened me. I came home late yesterday night,just because of the present-the bag I bought for Seph. I gave it to her earlier in a very sweet way but it seems like I don't impress her much as I expect." Crap,I might cry..

"Ahhhh,poor Delly! Don't ya worry,you still got ma back." Laura gently tap my shoulders. And a tear from my right eye fell down as I expect. Well,that's my bestfriend. "Thank you!"

"The two of you! Stop the drama and go back to work,Adele! You're late again?"
"I-I'm sorry sir,I came home late,sorry."
"I don't care,it's your responsibility isn't it?" I nod. Oh well,that's Mr. Mendez; a half human-half devil. Lol,I'm so bad.

So,if you guys are wondering why me and my sister's not in a very good relationship,it's because she doesn't like me. Well,everybody in the family hates me and it's not clear with me why it seems to be okay-like,I'm not being impatient with them.

When I was 9,my first adoptive mother died because of cancer. I love her,so much. As much as I know she loves me more than I love her. I considered her as my real mother and she's everything to me! But she's gone.
1 year after her death,a mid-age couple came in to the orphanage where I live and take me with them. But as soon as I grew older,they became cold as stone. Knowing,they'll finally have their first baby. I knew that they take me with them because my adoptive mom thought she's not going to have a baby with my adoptive father.
Another thing,my adoptive father doesn't like me much. I've known him for being rude,impatient and alcoholic as well. And so 9 months later,their first baby was delivered. A girl. And they named her Sephora.

I thought we will be a big happy family even though my father doesn't like me much,but I'm wrong.

1 year later,my father died. He commits suicide. And the blame was all on me. My mother starts to hate me too,she threw all her anger,sadness and stress out at me. She always tell me that I'm the reason why she lost her husband,the father of her beloved child. She told me that they had a fight a week before it happened. They had an argument about me. My father really doesn't like me to be part of the family,he was just forced by mother to adopt me from the thought of not be able to have a baby-also they have Sephora now,so what am I for? But that time,my mother doesn't want me to be back to the orphanage. And that's it? Father commits suicide out of it?

The blame. The blame was on me. At the back of my mind,I know I'm innocent. I know to myself as well that I did not like whatever happened to my adoptive father. All I know is,it's not even my fault-father did it because of alcohol abuse plus stress. I know. I never want him to die.

So,'til now they can't accept me. Especially Sephora and mother as well. And I always ask myself- "Why is the blame on me?"