monsters
You had already punched me once and I had forgiven you, but when you raised your fist against my little sister you stopped being my father and became a monster.
You had already punched me once and I had forgiven you, but when you raised your fist against my little sister you stopped being my father and became a monster.
My 18 year old sister's pregnancy that was unknown until she was 7 1/2 months along has improved my mom's and my relationship to the point that I actually feel a little comfortable telling her things now.
I stayed with her every minute while she was unconscious, but the very second she came to all she wanted to know was if the bastard who put her in the CCU was coming to visit her.
I found out that Don't Ask, Don't Tell had been repealed two hours after I came out to my little sister.
One week after my niece was born to my seventeen-year-old sister, the father hung himself.
I wept when I found her keys tossed on the coffee table.
When my boyfriend's 7-year-old sister whispered into my ear that she "wanted an innocent boy, not someone who gets arrested" I knew she would turn out okay after all.
We told my older sister that if she had wanted to decorate the tree with us, then she she should have gone to community college.
My sister's name backwards is "Ah, Satan!"
I didn't think I was doing anything wrong until you walked in the room and I instinctively jumped away from him.
I thought my sister was joking when she said she wanted to take over the world, but now she's majoring in political science and foreign relations with a minor in economics.
My sister walked in on the family crying, unaware we were about to tell her she had been diagnosed with leukemia, and jokingly said, "What, am I dying?"
Not a week after I got my first girlfriend, my sister got her's.
I've slept with a fan on every night for the past 13 years, 7 months, and 14 days.
My 8-year-old sister proudly declared that she knows that "WTF" means "Wow, That's Funny" and has been using it all over the internet.
My sister tells me she watched our mom cry when I came out as gay to which I reply that I watched our mom cry when she ran away, stole the car, and got mom arrested.
I braced myself, stoic and still as stone, as they wheeled your body into the room, and I didn't break down until I realized your long hair was still wet from the last shower you took.
It's been seven years since she was adopted and I just now realized that my little sister has never called me by my given name, only the Chinese word for "older brother."
I took down all the pictures of her when she was just a little girl because I can no long bear comparing them to what she has become.
I told my mom the smell was from burning the leaves in the yard and she believed me until my sister came home stoned two weeks later.
The feelings of resentment started when my younger sister got her 10-speed bike at the same time that I did.
I stood there, dazed, when my mother told me my 14-year-old sister looked like a whore with the makeup she wore.
I reckon I was about eight, but I completely recall my sister throwing her nail scissors directly into the back of my knee.