Sister...
A little girl, her dress wider than her shoulders, her eyes brighter than candles. On the table, a simple cake, and a single candle, the number "three." Seven voices surround her: laughter mingling, tiny hands racing to steal the frosting, and a small heart… that believes the world will never shrink. "Make a wish." She closes her eyes. She smiles. Little does she know, some wishes are heard… the wrong way. The next day, there is no cake. There are no candles. There is a door that opens, but doesn't close as it used to. Voices are louder than they should be, hands are pulled, and a small heart clings to what it cannot hold. "Don't take her!" A scream mixed with sobs, with seven hearts breaking all at once. A trembling hand clutches a left wrist, the pulse point. A needle, pain, a tear… incomprehensible. And a voice whispers: "Even if they take you… I will find you." Just one number, in imperfect handwriting, but with an unerring intention: "7"
About Sister...
A little girl, her dress wider than her shoulders, her eyes brighter than candles. On the table, a simple cake, and a single candle, the number "three." Seven voices surround her: laughter mingling, tiny hands racing to steal the frosting, and a small heart… that believes the world will never shrink. "Make a wish." She closes her eyes. She smile...Read more