I couldn’t process. I couldn’t think straight. I couldn’t follow that note. It hit the ground and the metaphorical shit hit the fan and if we are being honest, I hit the ground not long after the note. You never realize you aren’t as strong as you want to be until you have to force yourself to become tough as nails overnight. Until you have to force yourself to accept it is all lies and you already love someone so much and you barely know them.

The awful truth is I loved my sister. Or what I knew of her. And I wanted to protect her, my strong nature and un-daunting courage (or what I want to have at least) would fight for her. Another part of the awful truth is, I felt guilt. I wanted to atone for the guilt. I sat there in Auntie’s living room, yet again with my fa...

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