DALIA
I used to be his sister, but now, my brother no longer belonged to me. He had told me that very clearly after our father had just passed. He didn’t even look remorseful as he said it.
And the worst part was they he wouldn’t answer my f*****g calls and I couldn’t find him either.
And ever since then, I had been living with Evelyn. The same Evelyn who smoked indoors and sighed too loudly anytime I so much as walked past her. Everybody, who reminded me every day that my allowance had long since dried up, that I didn’t pay bills and that I needed to “do something” with my life.
I didn’t have many options, but I had pride. So today, when she shoved me towards the door, telling me to “go to your brother and beg if you have to,” I did. Not because I wanted to, but because I needed to
