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A Sister’s Betrayal

Could I forgive her after the fact?

Photo by Ali Pazani from Pexels

It was three weeks after Vicky’s funeral. I went with my mother to Vicky’s summer house in Connecticut. I still couldn’t believe she was gone…my oldest sister, dead at the age of 28.

There’s three of us, or — there were three of us. Me, Vicky, and Ada. I’m the baby, at 23, and Ada’s 26. I know that dad wanted a son but he gave up after having me. Mom’s good about it…

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Yve Laran

Yve Laran

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Bibliophile, Writer and Blogger at yve.laran@wordpress.com. Podcaster on Spotify as Yve Laran. Master’s=Political; Bachelor’s=Musical