The truth is, I’m just jealous—jealous that she was there with her, sharing her feelings, her tears, and her laughter.
I love Mum’s laughter—it comes straight from her heart (my sister laughs just like her).
Yes, I’m jealous!
The truth is, she needed my sister more than me.
I’m more rigid than my sister. I’m the one who says, "You must eat healthy—no sugar, no bread, no junk." I always made her promise not to eat anything that could harm her. She’d promise, of course, but only to ease my worry—or maybe just to shut me up.
My sister is my opposite. She’s like Peter Pan—forever young at heart.
While I talked about the importance of a healthy diet, she took Mum out for ice cream on Sunday afternoons.
They never told me. It was their little secret.