𝐈𝐅 𝐈 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐑, 𝐍𝐎 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃. She was 𝐌𝐘 little sister-and I would make sure she remained 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄. From the day we were adopted, I owned every corner of her corrupted, lonely soul. No matter how often she was called "𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐘'𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒" or "𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐘'𝐒 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐔𝐓𝐄" No matter how often I pushed her away and yet inwardly 𝐁𝐄𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐃 for her closeness-she was 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄. 𝐕𝐈𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐀 𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐀 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐎 would soon 𝐂𝐑𝐘, 𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌, 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐑, 𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐃, and 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 for me.