The day my sister arrived, she clutched a wild berry from the mountains, and the juice flowed on her new white dress. Instead of scolding her, her sister buried the core in the flower pot on the balcony. Later, the small sapling grew to half a person's height, which just blocked the younger sister's view of her older sister's room. She always painted her older sister's profile at night, and the person in the painting always wore a blue hairband. When my sister discovered the stack of paintings, her hands were shaking. She locked the paintings in the bookcase, but opened them in the dark every sleepless night. Until that day, an out-of-control truck rushed over. The moment the elder sister pushed her away, the strawberry lollipop in her hand fell to the ground, and the candy wrapper smeared in the blood, just like the wild berry red when the younger sister stained her skirt. Later, when my sister was guarding the pot of dead saplings, she saw on the last page of her diary: "I bought her strawberry candies today. In fact, I have read that stack of paintings countless times."
Intention: Lily Love