When it came time for the group photo, I refused to join.

Seeing this, Mom prepared to hit me again.

But my sister stepped in to stop her, her small frame standing between us, defying our mother.

She took my hand and led me to the center of the crowd.

The photo froze the moment with her holding my hand, while I looked away, my face turned to the side.

That day, I heard the adults' comments—

Sister Anna was beautiful and kind.

Me, sister Anne was always stirring trouble.

When I started elementary school, I had to face a harsh reality.

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