Tag: sister
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Buried
He always asked where she was buried No one loved his sister as much as he Not willing to admit the guilt he carried But not brave enough to flee No one knew what had happened Or why she had disappeared When he tried to learn the truth Or was it as bad as we…
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The Cupboard
Photo Prompt © Ronda Del Boccio I knew my sister was gone as soon as I opened the cupboard. It was so empty and bare that I also knew she was not coming back. I should have realized sooner what her plans were, but I had been too hopeful. Hopeful she would stay around. Hopeful…
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Jacket Pocket
I knew there was a problem as soon as I put on my mother’s jacket. Her pockets were too heavy. I had finally found her hiding spot; the hiding spot I had been searching for. I knew she had forgotten she had left the photos in her pocket because she had been hiding them from…
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Truly Sorry
“He told me he was sorry, but after what he has done, how can I believe him? How can I ever believe our father ever again?” I stared at the lake and wanted my sister to say something. I knew she wanted our father to go back to being the father of our childhood, but…
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The Pipes
Amanda screamed. Paused and then screamed again. I could see her shadow jumping around the kitchen and wondered what it could be this time. Amanda was the youngest of my siblings and there was always something happening. Always something dramatic. Most of the time I didn’t mind her antics, but on days like today, I…
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Someone to Blame
“I know you need someone to blame. But that someone is not me. And it will never be me.” Hillary pointed her finger into my face and her blush started creeping up her neck. I watched her start to sweat and knew it was her tell. I knew she was the one who had keyed…
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Rome
I always hated when my parents told me “Rome wasn’t built in a day, you know.” Clearly. All I wanted was to be able to live my life without them hovering over my shoulder with every decision I made. All I wanted to do was to go on a vacation by myself. All I wanted…
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Shattered
My heart shattered like a China dish falling onto a cement sidewalk. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing and I wondered how I would ever survive. How I could have trusted Daniel for so long was beyond me. Two years, four months and eighteen days. That was how long I was devoted to our…