She was real. My only sister. But thinking it didn’t make it feel truer. There was still a huge disconnect between what I knew and what I felt. I knew I had a sister,but that didn’t mean I knew what it felt like to have one. I didn’t love her, not the way a little sister should, because I couldn’t remember her. - Erased by Jennifer Rush
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