Trista's point of view

Looking at my sister in front of me, the memory of a scenario from many years ago flooded back into my consciousness. I remember when I was a youngster, my sister would race for everything that looked tasty, and I was more than glad to share my favorite things with her whenever she asked. Over time, I unwillingly gave up practically all of my favorite things, from toys to men, but I can't satisfy the cavernous hole in her heart,.

I don't know how many times I'm framed, how many times I decided to forgive, but in the end? It will simply exacerbate the situation!

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