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“Hi mommy, how are you?” Anna's little voice floated through the humid air. She stood right beside me, her hands in mine as she stared at the grave engraved with our mother's name. “I'm fine, don't worry about me. Sis is taking care of me, and I… I made new friends. They are nice. Uncle Jack wants to marry Sis. He is perfect.”

I snorted gently but still held her hand.

I didn't want to be here.

The thought of being close to the one who caused this made my stomach drop. I hated being near her or her grave.

I hated her death anniversary because to Anna, it...