Share I used to be jealous, angry, a real mess. Any little comment would send me running to my room in distress. I thought my little sister had ruined my life, taken away all my parents’ love and caused me great strife. But now I’ve seen the light, and I’m done wanting to fight. I…
Share The water used to beckon to her like a dangerous toy, twinkling, sparkling, enticingly blue. She would struggle to escape my grasp, drawn inexorably towards that dazzling azure. Her pudgy little fingers wriggled with frustration in the prison of my sweaty palm, desperate to plunge her toddler body in the pool. Now her fingers…
