For the first time, the little girl cried. She cried for the love she did not get. She cried for the times she needed a hug. She cried for the times she had to see yet another thing that made her not important. The little girl only had anger all these years, to the point where she has no feelings at all about the issue.
It all changed when the kid told her, “I always thought you hated me.” I never hated you, kid. I would have taken you far, far away and loved you as a big sister would. I would have spoilt you rotten and you would never wonder if I really loved you. You were lucky to experience what we never had, but you had your own tragedy in your life that we did not.
I told the kid: you have us now. Call us even at the smallest thing, even if you think it’s trivial, because we are family and family don’t abandon each other. I even told the kid: you are moving in when the house is ready. You will never ever wonder if you are loved or not. You will always get that from me.
Now that the little girl has cried and grieved over the loss, maybe she will finally heal and find someone truly worthy of her love.
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