I remember the day I met the people
who abandoned me at birth.
I was livid. I didn't want to see their
faces ever again, but you convinced me
to meet them. You told me I would
regret it one day and so I agreed.
I discovered that I was an older sister.
I didn't know how to feel.
Happy, because I had a baby brother.
Or
Say
I'm
Fine
Because I was the mistake.
YOU ARE READING
When We Were Happy?
Short Story"Well I don't want to remember." Not friends, not enemies, just strangers with some memories. ~ Please give this story a try. I'm no professional writer, but I hope you enjoy.
