When I lost someone who meant the most to me.
When she was a child, she said, sister, we will always be good sisters.
When she grew up, she said, sister, I will use everything I have to defend my love.
In my father's blindness, in my mother's disgust and indifference.
I learned to look at the world with cold eyes.
After the truth of my life experience gradually surfaced.
She chose to leave me, she said, I don't need to call you sister anymore.