MORE THAN CRUEL
CHAPTER ONE
If people could change what they are, I am sure they would, because they have always been ambitious, although they deny it to death, in some way they are, and they will be until the world ceases to be a world. If in her hands there was the possibility of changing, she would do it, but to her misfortune and that of many, she simply has to conform, and to those of us who see her day after day, we have to suffer for something we never chose. My name is Shio Farrow and at the age of eleven, I understood that life is more complex than I ever imagined. I knew many new words, medical terms too complex to understand.
I attended too many family therapies and I often missed school, however, it was nothing compared to what my parents lived, the recurring discomfort that the whole situation provided, the tireless search to make everything better, but every attempt was in vain, nothing they did had any effect, my sister was lost, and although some days she was the dreamy girl I knew, others were she was a fanatic of chaos, I did not recognize this person, I was afraid of her, my parents had to separate me from her, so when my sister was this other person, I had to sleep at aunt Esther's house. I didn't hate my aunt, but I hated my cousins, they made my life as bad as they could, but in spite of that I don't remember to hate my sister back then, I didn't blame her, however, I came to hate her later. Repeating again and again that it was not her fault helped me. Now I look at her and feel sorry for her, and to know that at some point in her life it was not like that, it makes my heart ache because she could have a different life, could be happy, but he had a curse to live with. This isn't my story, it's my sister's story, and although it may seem that she had other options. But I think she struggled as best as she could, but in the end, it was her turn to lose. My sister Kiana was diagnosed with personality disorder when she was thirteen years old, and I was just eleven, since then hell started for everyone, there was not a single day when I prayed that everything would end, everything ...
