I came home one day and my sister was gone. I didn’t ask what had happened to my sister. The police never came. My mother never mentioned her again.

I didn’t know anything about my mother’s past for a long time. I am her sixth child, and my sister was her fifth. I have only one brother, who is the eldest of us. My sister was born after my brother and before me. When I was very little, my sister was always there. I just liked having her around. She was the only person I can face without slipping on my mask. I am always pretending to be normal, but whenever I talk to my sister, I didn’t pretend anymore. I thought she was the only person who really knew me. I was wrong.<br><br>I came home one day and my sister was gone. I didn’t ask what had happened to my sister. I didn’t ask because no one would answer. I didn’t ask because there was no reason to ask. My mother told me that she was leaving because she had grown up and had found a job out of town. I replayed the conversation between me and her in my head. She had planned to leave early and I didn’t even know. She had been planning and packing up her things secretly, without telling me her plan. The last time I saw her, she had told me a lie. The last time I saw her, she had told me she would replay my game on her console after she had watched the video I recorded for her. She had promised me that she would let me know once she had found a place to stay. She didn’t call me once after that. My brother had to track her down to our house for her to attend my mother’s funeral. I was just a ten year old boy back then. She was the only person I trusted. I had thought she was the only person who really loved me. She was wrong. I was even more alone after she had left.<br><br>The police never came. My mother never mentioned her again. But sometimes I heard her talking to my brother at night about my sister and how she had been during their early days together. I was always curious about their lives before I was born. My sister was less than a year old when my mother met my father. My sister was still a baby when my mother was already pregnant with my brother. My mother married my father when my sister was almost three years old. My brother was born several months after their wedding. My sister was barely five years old when my brother was born. I am only one year older than my brother, so my sister was only six years old when I was born. She was so young back then, and I couldn’t help but wonder how she felt back then. My mother never told me how she felt, so I could only guess.<br><br>I knew my brother later than I knew my sister. My brother was born when I was only one year old, so I didn’t know anything about my mother’s life before my brother was born. The only thing I knew was that my mother had married my father when my sister was only three years old. My father was her second husband. He was the father of my brother and my other siblings. My sister’s real father was her first husband. He was my mother’s first husband as well. He died in an accident when my sister was still only a baby. My mother raised my sister for several years before she met my father. My sister was still very young when my mother met my father. She was still a baby. My mother married my father when my sister was only three years old. My father became my sister’s father when she was only three years old, so she had grown up with him as her father. My sister grew up with my father as her father, and my mother never told her that he was not her real father. I was the one who told her about it.<br><br>I never had any problem with my sister at first. I didn’t know anything about my mother’s past back then. I knew she was my sister, and my father was our father. My mother never told me anything about her past, so I didn’t know anything about her past. I didn’t know she was not my mother’s real daughter. I didn’t know anything about her father. I never asked about her father, because I knew my father was her father as well. I had thought she was my father’s daughter as well, but it turned out that I was wrong. I had thought we were siblings, but it turned out that we were not. We were not siblings at all. I had thought we had been siblings, but it turned out that we had not. I had thought we shared the same father, but it turned out that we had not. It turned out that my sister was not my sister after all. I had thought she was my sister, but it turned out that she was not. I had thought she was my real sister, but it turned out that she was not. My sister was not my real sister. She was my father’s daughter, but she was not my father’s daughter as well. She was my step-sister. I had thought she was my real sister, but it turned out that she was my step-sister.<br><br>I didn’t know anything about my mother’s past for a long time. I am her sixth child, and my sister was her fifth. I have only one brother, who is the eldest of us. My sister was born after my brother and before me, so my brother was the only person who knew my mother’s past. My sister was too young, and I didn’t even exist yet when my mother met my father. My brother knew my mother before she met my father, and he knew my mother after she met my father. He knew my mother before my father became our father, and he knew my mother after my father became our father. He knew our mother’s past, and he knew our present. He was the one who told me about our mother’s past.<br><br>Our mother had married my father about eleven years ago. She met my father when my brother was only three years old. She had married my father when my brother was only four years old. She had married my father when my sister was only three years old. She had married my father when my brother was barely four years old. She had married him when my brother was too young to remember anything. She had married him before I was born. She had married him when my sister was still only a baby. She had married him when I was still only a baby. I was only one year old when my mother met my father. She had married him when I was only about two years old. I was just a baby when my mother met my father. She had married him when I was just a baby. I was still a baby when my mother met my father. I was just a baby when my mother met her second husband.<br><br>I am my mother’s sixth child. My sister is the fifth, and my brother is the forth. My mother didn’t tell me anything about her past, so I didn’t know anything about her past. I didn’t know anything about my sister’s past, so I didn’t ask anything about my sister’s past. My mother never told us anything about our past. She never told me why I was born. She never told me why I was here. She never told me why I existed. She never told me anything about my existence. My mother didn’t tell me anything about her past, so I was stuck with questions and no answers. But my brother knew her past. <br><br>My brother was born when I was only one year old. He was my first friend. I was his first friend as well. He was my best friend for a long time. That was why I was so shocked when I found out that he was trashing my sister after I got home from school. He had trashed her bedroom. He had trashed her desk. He had trashed her chair. He had trashed her laptop. He had trashed her personal things. I was so shocked when I found out that he had been trashing my sister. I never expected it from him. <br><br>I didn’t know anything about my mother’s past for a long time. I am her sixth child, and my sister is her fifth. I have only one brother, who is the eldest of us. My sister was born after my brother and before me. I didn’t know anything about my sister’s past, but I knew she had been treated unfairly. I had seen her being treated unfairly by our mother for a long time. I had seen her being treated unfairly by our mother a lot of times. I had seen her being treated unfairly by our mother so many times. I replayed the conversation between me and my mother in my head. I wanted to know why she had been so mean to my sister. My mother didn’t answer my questions, so I was stuck with questions and no answers. But my brother knew the reason why my sister had been treated unfairly by our mother. My brother was my mother’s first child, and my sister was her second child. He was the only person who knew my mother’s past. <br><br>I didn’t know anything about my mother’s past for a long time. I am her sixth child, and my sister is her fifth. I have only one brother, who is the eldest of us. My sister was born after my brother and before me. I didn’t know anything about my sister’s past, but I knew she had been treated unfairly. I had seen her being treated unfairly by our mother for a long time. I had seen her being treated unfairly by our mother a lot of times. I had seen her being treated unfairly by our mother so many times. I replayed the conversation between me and my mother in my head. I wanted to know why she had been so mean to my sister. My mother didn’t answer my questions,