Òyì nke e mepụtara

My older sister (whom I love very dearly) is both someone I admire and deeply resent. She’s six years older than me and, for as long as I can remember, has been my best friend. Half the time I completely forget that she’s actually my half sister. She’s our Mother’s daughter from a previous relationship. Her Dad is a deadbeat whose in jail. My sister not having a Dad means that my Dad, effectively, became hers. She’s been Daddy’s little girl for all my life. It has burned inside of me, since I