Father, Please.
she laughed,
The sound of her voice is like a kick in the shin, I hated that voice so much, now I just think, what was it for? All of it.
“Is your name Lawson because you are a lawyer, or are you a lawyer because your name is Lawson.” Another laugh,
My chest squeezes, because it was her, it was my sister. We never had a cute sister moment with each other, we were always at each other’s throat, she never saw me as a person, only a competition, something she had to destroy, and she spent her lifetime doing it, but why do I feel so sad for her?