Care about each other

Koko's POV "Ready or not, here I come…" I remember once when my sister and I were playing hide and seek. It was one of my few good childhood memories, that woman wasn't around that day. I had crept deeper among the clothes in the wardrobe so that she would have a harder time finding me and it worked.. but it worked a little too well. I was entangled in the clothes like a fly that had been found in a spider's web then I began to cry and cry when suddenly the wardrobe was opened and I heard my Dad's voice. Hanola, I don't think your sister is here either…" I tried to call out for help, but my voice was only choked by my sobs and the clothes that were surrounding me. But somehow she knew, maybe that was the bond that we had as twins… a bond that was scarred after we lost our father, and that woman used lies to tear us apart. She dived into the wardrobe and pulled me out, but she got stuck along the way and Dad helped us out. I was still crying when I came out, then she held the hem of he