Sometime, in the past

I had a sister, her name was Maya. I was just 2 years older than her. When she was born, I took her in my lap and looked at her. She had pink eyes, pink nose and her body looked so beautiful, that's why we named her Maya, God's power. That year, papa won a lottery and my mother got a job. She was simply lucky for all of us. I loved her, but God wasn't that graceful. One day, when I was 6 and Maya was only 4 years old, we were playing in Papa's office. He just joined this hospital and had to work overtime to earn enough money. My mother too got a job in that same hospital and was often busy with mentally ill teens. Having bored and nothing to play with, I and Maya chased each other through the hospital. Most of the nurses shouted at us but we were so lost in our game that we didn't care. While chasing each other we entered a room. People were lying on the bed and...