There's only one and she's the only sibling.
In some way unwanted.
She isn't the expected boy
Not the wanted baby sister.
She hunger for a friendly word
But no, it isn't in it.
She's despised, disliked and hated
Nothing great about being the youngest.
She and I might have something in common.
Both disliked
Both into stories
Both of us cut the ties
Though si did it
At least 25 years before her.
Once she called me, still noisy
Tioo is curious and with a huge lack of self-esteem.
Don't be angry she texted later
Please, don't be angry
All I did was wonder what she meant.
I never felt angry I left
Our roads separated and I never spent a thought about the aunt I once had.
The last text I received was:
I always think of you. I love you, happy birthday.
It wasn't my birthday but my father's and
It made me wonder again.
Note: Once I am bored I will work this out into a "Once Upon..." story.
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Picture: source
Date: 26-6-2024
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