When I was seven, my life changed forever. A car accident took my parents, leaving everything I knew behind. My sister, Amelia, was twenty-one at the time. With college, a fiancé, and a future of her own, she could have stepped back—but instead, she stepped in. She signed the papers, packed our grief into boxes, and became my guardian.
Amelia raised me with unwavering dedication. She worked long hours, left notes in my lunchbox, and never missed a school event. As a child, I didn’t see the sacrifices she made—the dreams she put aside, the relationship she lost, and the world she gradually reshaped around me.
Years later, after I married and moved out, her constant presence began to feel suffocating. She visited daily, worried over the smallest details, and treated me as if I were still a child. One night, overwhelmed, I told her to stop hovering and live her own life.....
