I took the oath, after the applause faded, she approached me in the hallway.
“Congratulations,” she said quietly. “I’m proud of you.”
“Thank you.”
“I just wanted you to know that.”
I looked at my sister, this person I used to know, used to hope would love me, and felt nothing but distant sadness for what might have been. “I appreciate that. But it doesn’t continue reading …
