MY SISTER PAINTED MY WINGS WITH THE COLOR OF HOPE.

THE VIVID MEMOIRS

I have always been close to my sister. She’s the one who encouraged me to read and write. She is the one I would hug when the demons tried to destroy my fantasy world. Most parents have to force their children to play and be together. In our house, it was just the opposite. I loved sleeping in the kids room with my sister and brother.

I recently got my 12 grade marks and I passed with 87% percent. It will be a lie if I tell you that I earned these marks on my own. My sister was the one who made it possible. In the most crucial year of my life, my sister, my protector shifted to another country. She married the man of her dreams and flew to London, her dream place. I thought I would now have to face life on my own. But she taught…

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