He sighed wearily, upon glancing at the seemingly comatose woman. She always got like this when she spoke to Mother Dearest. Ha. Their mother was a selfish, alcoholic. What good is she? Yet poor Emma still gave her chances.
Interrupting his inner monologue, she sat up abruptly “That's it! I'm done with her. Mother can go straight to hell. I'm through with her manipulation-and cruel words. “ She scrunched her eyes, struggling not to cry. Then, gathered her strength. “I'm through.” She said with finality.
I saw her sad eyes, determined not to shed tears-not this times; and engulfed my sister in a hug.
She's so compassionate, and sometimes she forgets that she's strong.
“I love you sis.” I told her.
She gasped for breath, what she does before a panic attack-you can blame Mother Dearest for that condition too.
But, she surprised me by controlling it.
Simply whispering, “I love you too.”
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