In it, she admitted she knew how I saw her—but she didn’t care. She only wanted me to succeed. She believed in me, even when I had nothing but contempt for her.
Her love wasn’t fragile—it was unshakable, unconditional, and stronger than anything I deserved. Now, I carry her with me everywhere. Every achievement I earn belongs to her as much as it does to me.
I no longer hate my sister—I hate the person I was when she was alive. She wasn’t a failure. She was the foundation of everything I became.
I can’t undo the past, and I can’t take back the words I said. But I can live differently now. I can honor her sacrifices with every step forward.
It’s the only way I have left to repay a love I was too blind to see.
