Broken Friendship

by Chloe Browne aged 8

I lived with my sister.
I was there when she was sad.
I helped her when she was sad
and everything seemed to be going well.
Then she got lazy.
I understood.
She was my sister,
and I still helped her.
A year later I practically
became invisible
as she ignored me
and my family.
Then she left.

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