I always believed family was unbreakable. That no matter what happened, blood was blood, and in the end, we’d always have each other’s backs. That’s how it’s supposed to be, right?
But when my mother passed away, my sister Barbara made me question everything I thought I knew.
By the time the truth came out, it wasn’t me begging for answers. It was Barbara.
The Golden Child and the Shadow
My mother had two daughters—at least, that’s what we always thought. There was me, Charlotte, and my older sister, Barbara.
Barbara was the golden child. The one who got all the attention, the one who never had to ask twice for anything. If she wanted roast chicken, my mother had it cooking before the words left her lips. If she needed a favor, my mother would drop everything to do it.
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