Giuseppe
I glance at the door, looking at my sister.
"Giuseppe I didn't mean to hurt—"
"You did," I sigh. "But it's okay. "
She sits on my bed, looking at my chest. "Does it hurt very bad?"
"It doesn't feel good, Febe. I could've died."
She says nothing. "I'm sorry."
I look at her. "Febe I know you...you resent for a lot. And we joke about it, but it's true. You think I stole our parents love, and part of you hates me for it."
She looks away. "We both know Mom loves you more than I do. So does Dad. Because I'm not their child."
I swallow. "Febe, your my big sister. I wish you didn't hate me so much—"
"I don't hate you!"
"You do Febe! You hate me in your heart and I there's nothing I can do about it."
She stood. "I'll go."
"Febe?"
She paused, her hand on the door.
"I love you
