As a good sister trying my best to reconnect, i sent her the piece I wrote about her to start some desperate need of healing between the two of us. To clear the air and make her see my side of things, I am not entirely to blame for how things turned out though with ease I took most of the blame which never really belonged to me. "You're all to blame for our dads temper tantrum and the regular beatings that you got" which the school had to report, because i was bruised pretty badly off and on. Often it was her who sent my dad to beat me up. As a little sister and very much a wild child, i may have behaved like one. But never did i manipulate a situation so that my big sisters would suffer. i never ever used that card ever. I was an easy punching bag for everyone. Because i'd never ever say someone else did wrong. I couldn't lie, be deceitful, I couldn't play the game. Down the road I learned how to. I only knew how to be wild and frankly, i rarely was with other kids or humans. My time was spent with animals from age 5 and that was my connection and how I learned to communicate with others. I didn't really understand the power of words
and how much they can manipulate a situation. Me worked as an animal. kicking and shouting, if we were at odds. To be frank we were at odds a lot of the times because my big sister wanted nothing to do with me.


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