She's the bold one. She fears no one. She does what she want. She's selfish.
People say what they want to say. Some are right. Some are wrong. I never really cared about how people see me, as long as my friends understand where I'm coming from; I'm good with that. But having you're own sister to judge you? That's another story.
When I was two, we lost our mother. Our father married another good, loving, and caring woman who loved us as if we were hers. But in 2009, our father died. I have half-siblings, but nothing beats the bond that I share with my sisters by blood.
I tend to keep what I feel to myself, I thought because I didn't want to add to anyone's problems anymore. But is really being strong defined as being selfish? Right now, I stopped college. Right now, I'm working at my friend's house as their household help. I actually miss my stepmother and my half-siblings. I also miss those times when my sister and I were so close. But from her point of view, I was just messing my life.
I don't get it. They tell me to do something I love because if I did, I'll get a great job and be succesful like they want me to be. I stopped BS Education not because I was failing—all my teachers tell me that I'm actually good at what I'm doing. It's just that I was not happy anymore.
I am not exactly happy with what I'm doing right now. But seeing my stepmom working to death for my sisters and brother, it kills me inside to ask even for just a little money for my own needs. I also want my other siblings to experience what I had when our dad was still alive.
My sister wants me to be happy with her choices, but why can't she be happy with mine?
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