When I was three years old, my sister put me in her arms and said, "Don't be afraid, she is here."
When she was ten years old, she died because her mother brought soda water by mistake.
I dreamed about her repeatedly in the middle of the night - that bottle of Lysol. Was it an oversight that my mother made unintentionally, or did she have other selfish motives?
I spent my life breaking free from my chains and searching for answers.
Purpose: redemption