>>3208248My little sister was born when I was three.
She was the favorite right away, and I can't blame my parents for that.
She was perfect. She was the most beautiful child in the world.
She was incredibly smart. She read at a middle school level in first grade.
I was the older child, but I was never as good as her.
I was a mistake. But my parents learned from their mistakes by the time they had her, they did a much better job with her.
And she was perfect.
I was so jealous of her. Our parents loved her so much, they thought so highly of her. I knew I would never be good enough to them because of her.
But it wasn't her fault, it was my fault.
I loved her.
She didn't look at me like the rest of the world did. She fucking idolized me. She thought I was a good person. Even though our parents didn't. Even though no one else in the world did.
She was going to be a police officer when she grew up.
She was going to protect innocent people.
She was going to save the world.
She died when she was seven.
We were staying with our Uncle.
We were in the car. I was in the driver side back seat and she was on the other side.
We were hit.
I watched her die.
I don't remember the funeral, all I remember is seeing that little coffin.
I don't even remember the rest of fifth grade.
It was my fault, I should have been on the other side.
She was going to protect people.
It should have been me.
She was going to save the world.
I could never be what she was.
I hated myself so much for it.
I couldn't stand how much I looked like her, I could never be like her.
One day I saw a boy being picked on by a bunch of other boys.
He wasn't big enough to stand against them.
He had done no wrong.
What would I have done if it was Her?
What would She have done if she saw that?
She was going to protect innocent people.
She was going to save the world.
