How My Sister Took on a Parental Role After We Lost Our Mother
I was twelve when our mother died, an age when life still feels predictable until it suddenly isn’t. Hospitals, funerals, and whispered conversations replaced what little stability we had. Through it all, my older sister stood beside me, composed beyond her years. At nineteen, she became something more than a sibling. Without speeches or promises,…
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