Novel & Cerita Big Brother Poem From Little Sister

Inside, I could hear laughter and joy, a warmth that filled the air, completely different from the cold that tore through my bones. My parents covered my sister in praises, yet I could not even enter the door of the den. When my sister asked where I was, the room fell silent. "She burnt down our den and still has the guts to come back?" My father asked. "Let her come for dinner, and then we'll scold her properly," my mother answered coldly. My brother stood beside me, expressionless. I stared at my brother, in disbelief. "You were there... You saw it. It wasn't me, she was the one who...," I immediately stared saying but he cut me off with a sharp

It's one of my prized possessions, and I'm so in love with it. Buzz! Buzz! Buzz. Oh! What now? I pull out my phone with my baby pink case with rhinestones on it and look at the screen. Seven text messages from my big sister Tamar. I start reading them as I walk outside. Oh, my sister is tripping. My sister is my best friend, but she is sometimes off the chain. Tamar: Hey little sister, what are you doing? Are you good? Tamar: How's the new pack? How's Mr Smooth operator? How is college? Are you in class right now?

she accused. She watched as her sister sigh, then look away. "Do you know how ridiculous it sounds, talking to you about how jealous I get each time everyone chooses you over me? I loved you and had always seen you as the little sister I asked for, but I was eaten up in my shell when what I asked of became the better version of me. It aches me each time, our parents complain about the slightest thing I do and only compel me to be like you. It hurts how father gets you more toys when you top the class each term, and I'm left with nothing than preaching with, 'Be like your sister for once"

His sister. The one person he would never look at with the aching hunger I felt for him. "Doubt what?", the voice came and only then did I realize I had spoken to loud. “Uhm...never mind, what about the Luna?” I said, forcing the question out of the mind, the title tasting like ash on my tongue. My title. My name. My life. The title was meant to be mine. Jude shrugged, his focus on the dark road. “Oh, she traveled out of town.”

"How do all this rhyme, and what does it mean? My little sister asked cutting me off as I was about to read the second line of the poem for her. She was kind of having difficulty in sleeping and had come to my room and asked me to read something for her until she falls asleep. A little book that lay on the bed comprising of varieties of poems from different poet, probably belonging to my elder sister prisca was the only thing that came into my mind. "You wouldn't know, unless you let me finish, and I explain it to you" I said chuckling. "It's boring" She said making an ugly face and demonstrating how boring it was with her hand. Making an ugly face meant how boring it was to her and I unders

My sister, Bella, had a baby in a back-alley shithole. Then she disappeared. A midwife tracked me down using an address Bella left behind. She shoved the newborn at me like a sack of garbage. My parents fell to their knees. Crying. Begging me to take her bastard. Just like that, my future as a promising artist was gone. The neighbors, the priest, my landlord… they all called me a whore. A sinner who had disgraced God.

He folded his arms and spoke in a non-negotiable tone. “I told you it is little sister.” Emm hmphed angrily; she too, crossed her arms in defiance “I said I wanted a little sister, then it is a little sister. You can have a little brother next time.” “You heartless little brats…” Chris scooped the duo up and feigned an angry expression to diffuse the tension between them “You want to put your mother through this again?” “Not me…. I already got a little sister.” Little treasure giggled covering her mouth like a cunning little fox “It’s big treasure who insists on wanting a little brother.”