Folding is Not Forgiveness

Location

30605
United States
33° 54' 18.7452" N, 83° 18' 53.2872" W

I never met my sister's biological mother.
Actually, that was probably a good idea--
I hate Her, more than anything.

My baby sister is
smart,
beautiful,
creative,
loving,
and She didn’t care, never cared.
Maybe She couldn’t care.

If it wasn't for that stupid woman,
my sister wouldn't have so many health issues.
If it wasn't for that horrible woman,
my sister wouldn't be afraid that one day, we'll all disappear.
I know She is in jail again,
and will never read these words,
but I do have one thing I wish I could tell Her.

Thank you for losing your daughter,
because I am so glad we have my sister.

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