• She grew silent with everyday, not even a look she gave, not a glance. Nothing but the feeling of silence between us when she walked past.
    My own sister was ignoring me?. This could not be. In my head I thought of what could be the reason for all of this.
    Maybe because I wasn’t cleaning the small room that I shared with her. Maybe because I used her things without permission. I didn’t know for certain, and I don’t intend to find out.
    I grew angry with her. I did nothing wrong. I didn’t deserve this. If something terrible happens to me, she would take it all back but have no more chances to be my friend, or my sister.
    The known awkwardness split us apart with an imaginary line. It tore through our relationship. And between the happy memories we shared that vanished so quickly.
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