Someone was coveting my peace to protect themselves. Everything I thought I knew about my life, turned out to be a lie. Not even a sliver of truth was available to me. It was only when I had to face them head-on that the darkest secrets, my biggest fear came to light. I wasn’t my sister’s keeper, but my mother’s. I was nothing more than a standing guard to keep her from being found. I was nothing, to her.
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