Since my parents passed away, I've been living with just my sister. Brother and sister_we were always together, leaning on each other. It's painful to have to talk about it in the past tense... My sister started going to university this spring, which was a big change from her previous straight-through middle and high school system; she began commuting to a co-ed university. I regret that everything was a mistake. And then, my sister quickly got a boyfriend and brought him home to our house, where it was supposed to be just the two of us. Then, they embraced right in front of me. My head boiled with rage, and I lunged at my sister. It might have been wrong, but everything was already too late_.
