My Sister Raised Me After Our Mom Passed Away. I Called Her a ‘Nobody’—Then I Discovered the Truth

She was on the floor.

Pale. Shaking. Her breath came in shallow gasps, pain etched into every line of her face. She looked impossibly small, like the strength that once filled her had been drained away piece by piece.

I dropped to my knees, calling her name, my hands trembling as I tried to help her sit up.

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