With my sister in the hospital, life suddenly felt quiet.

No one was ever home; the whole family was at the hospital with her.

Finally freed from my sister, it wasn't as joyful as I had imagined.

I opened the drawer. It was packed with candies and chocolate cream cookies.

Years ago, Mom only bought snacks for my sister.

I stared at the colorful candies, my mouth watering.

I had stolen a few once, but when Mom found out, I was beaten yet again.

My sister rushed in to protect me, defending me.

"It wasn't her, I gave them to her!"

"It's not her fault. Snacks should be shared with...