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Even though I should have been used to their blatant favoritism by now, my heart still throbbed with a dull ache. My parents had always given Rebecca preference over me since we were young. We were born only ten minutes apart, yet I was constantly reminded of my role as the older sister. I had lost count of how many times I had given in, from small things like my only toy to even boys we both liked. When I was little, I found a stray kitten and took care of it carefully. However, Rebecca snatched it away from me. That cat did not survive even one day before she killed it with her own hands.

That was so sure and I did not want that. "Hmm! I can imagine my dear – my beloved is shy, isn't she? But do you know I really like it the way people are watching us, I want to show the world how much I love you. We are inseparable, do you agree with me? I love you so much, you may not know how much I love you but I know your sister does__ that's the reason she helped me to work things out to you. She is such a generous soul."

As is my case, sister" she looked at me and her brown eyes sparkled. The love of my life is my sister. I love her very much and would give her all for her. He was excited in a second and jumped off his couch to come over to mine and sit on his lap to look at me with a big smile. The energy of her surprised me, she never seems to sit still, she is irritating sometimes. —And surely the love of your life is her too—he pushed my shoulder—or my mother, rascal. —Your sister hates me for being the love of my life and I'm over your mom.

Max mutters, but he scoots closer too, pressing his head against my cheek so he can fit into the frame. I hit the video call button. The screen flips to my little sister’s face: black wavy hair piled into a lazy bun, red lipstick, oversized T-shirt. Behind her I catch a glimpse of the living room back home in Medellín: gray sofa, big plant, and something moving in the corner of the frame… oh, Mamá. “¡Mis amores!” Fiona’s voice jumps an octave the moment she sees Max and Issa. “MIRA, GEMELITOS!”

"Let your younger brother be the boss someday." When he shows me respect and brotherly love like this, he blames me washes because I secretly sleep with Samantha. It's not just that level, it's me abnormally in love with her. I sit on the couch in the living room while Victor greets me, ah Samantha brings tea from the kitchen. "Here, it's not hot. Does chamomile graze? ” "Everything fits." I take her hand in mine, but she walks away. "Melody is still here."

“You said she, direct quote, ‘knew every passenger with an upside-down pineapple on their cabin door’ after that cruise.” “Yeah, and not because she liked fruit.” “Oh, I think there was probably some eating of—” “Don’t.” Scott held up a warning index finger. “What I’m saying is, you just got out of an engagement. I know what you’re like on the rebound. And she will decimate your heart. She’s brutal.” “I like that kind of confidence,” I needled him. “It’s sexy.” “I know you’re fucking with me,” he prefaced his statement, “but I’m serious. She’s my sister. I love her, and I would bust anyone’s face in a heartbeat if they hurt her. But it’s more likely you would get hurt.”

My sister still loves me. What else could I possibly need?

"Esther doesn't." "I was going to leave without her." Esther clears her throat, I ignore her. The choking floral scent grows stronger, Precious wraps her arms around me. "It's been ages! Why have you been avoiding everyone?!" "Why are you here with my sister's boyfriend?" I stare at her but all I can see is my reflection in her sunglasses. "Precious and I are just friends, Lily. You know I loved Luc so much!" Joseph says in an almost whisper. "Loved? It's just been a few months and you loved her?!" I can not hide my fury and disgust.

It’s my younger sister, Lesaiah. I answered it and waited for her response. “Sister, where are you?” It’s one o’clock. “Are you going home?” She’s such a sweet girl, very considerate. And I don’t want him to see his sister wasted and brokenhearted. I don’t want him to be afraid of love. Because not everyone is really stupid. “Sorry, baby, but sister won’t go home tonight.” Maybe tomorrow,” she sighed; it was sad that she might ask something of me or need me. Maybe tomorrow