That's not true.
I do like her, but no one else does.
My sister wasted her life. She lost herself while she was looking for it. She stopped caring about us, him or herself.
It's rather ironic.
It. Happiness. I wouldn't even recognise it if it was right in front of me.
Happiness. She did find it. But she wasted her last wish. Her genie didn't like that. He turned her into him.
He made her become the one person she never wanted to be.
