My big sister…Lost. She looks right through me. Sometimes she looks at me as if the joke is on me. Let's face it, sometimes I am the joke…lame, and clueless.
She includes me in her crazy, and I am always the loyal servant to the Queen. Like a honey bee to nectar. That's exactly it. She’s the most delectable nectar, of the most colorful flower. A flower like no other, that sits proudly displayed on the tallest stem, towering over the other plants, wavering in her shadow.
I can't resist her crazy. It fills me up, but it spreads me thin. Together we tip toe the balance between innocence, and sin. I enable. My sister always wins. Except, the sad truth is that with each of her victories we both lose. People don't play Russian roulette to win.
Even if she's not afraid of her own death, I'm afraid of it for her.
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Short StorySophia is afraid for her sister, afraid of men and afraid to be alone. Now an adult soon to be leaving home for college, she struggles to genuinely connect with her troubled older sister. As Sophia explores strained relationships with her loved on...
