It exists in the people who hold everything together while no one is looking.
I used to think success was about reaching the top.
Now I know it’s about who carried you there.
And whether you have the courage to finally turn around, see them clearly, and stand beside them—not above them.
Because in the end, my sister was never “nobody.”
She was the reason I became somebody.
And that is the kind of success no one can measure—but everything depends on.
