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My sister Amy is nine years younger than I. She stands around, 173 cm, with dark shoulder length hair, brown eyes with a pretty porcelain skinned face. She looks different to us though only because she doesn’t have the same father. She is the result of the relationship my mother had with George (Lofty). Even so we have always treated her as if she is our full sister. When we were young, she and I were very close until I met this bitch I had a relationship with. It changed the whole dynamics of our relationship which is very sad. Today, she is married with three children who are all girls but I am only close to one now. Her entire family are devout Christians but have gone ridiculous and over the top with it and personally I think my sister has lost her grip on reality and is missing out on so many things life has to offer, because of this. She used to be so much fun to be with but not these days, the last I heard. She has withdrawn herself from the family she grew up with and has nothing but judgemental things to say about all of us. We are all sinners and hypocrites in their eyes. I know deep down they don’t accept me for who I am or my life style preference. If they did, they would contact me but I haven’t heard from them for almost two years now and that was only to ask me if I could lend them some money but because I couldn’t. You work the rest out.

They too have very short memories. Whenever they had needed a place to stay or food on the table, I was always there for them too.