A caged bird.
I want her to fly.
That is, if she can even find her wings.
I love her so.
So beautiful.
Talented.
Five years apart.
Double that in years spent apart.
I want her with me.
She will be an adult next month.
I heard her tell you to leave.
The way she told me to leave.
I was only fourteen.
I forgive her.
I still love her.
But little sister, hold your own.