I never imagined that the person who would hurt me the most in my adult life would be my own sister. We grew up sharing the same struggles, sleeping under the same leaking roof, and dreaming of a better future. When life was hard, we leaned on each other. When food was scarce, we shared the little we had. I believed that blood meant loyalty and gratitude. I was wrong.
When my sister met a wealthy businessman, I became her strongest supporter. I used my connections, my time, and my limited resources to help her relationship grow. I defended her when people doubted her. I stood with her when her future husband’s family questioned her background. I helped organize introductions, meetings, and preparations that eventually led to their marriage. I was there when she cried, when she doubted herself, and when she needed encouragement. I genuinely believed her success would be our shared joy.…CONTINUE READING
