I love my sister. I love her I really do but sometimes the ugly side of our relationship turns. Jealousy creeps through me as I remember how my father talked about her his pride and joy his princess, while I sat and stared at him right in front of him, but he never praises me Leona was always his favorite. My bitterness has made me done things I wish I haven't. As I explain my side if the story I want you to remember that I love my sister with all my heart and anything you may read through these journals make you think otherwise. My name is Maya Goldenbloom I'm ten years old almost 11 and this is my story.
I was born on a lovely spring day Leona says she was very happy she had a little sister at the age of five she never quite understood what was really happening our mother was leaving us our father was getting paid less as work becomes harder, our family was in no situation to have another daughter. My early years are feint and only small tidbits if what I can remember, but I do remember playing in the feilds with Leona. Even back then she was amazing she always looked after me and was fathers favorite as I took refuge in my mothers ailing arms. This ia where my bitterness began. Years later as my little sister Tia was born, and mother had died from birth complications, I cried a lot that night while Leona just held Tia, she and mother were bitter for years and now that she was gone I had no one to run to when father ignored me.
I was born on a lovely spring day Leona says she was very happy she had a little sister at the age of five she never quite understood what was really happening our mother was leaving us our father was getting paid less as work becomes harder, our family was in no situation to have another daughter. My early years are feint and only small tidbits if what I can remember, but I do remember playing in the feilds with Leona. Even back then she was amazing she always looked after me and was fathers favorite as I took refuge in my mothers ailing arms. This ia where my bitterness began. Years later as my little sister Tia was born, and mother had died from birth complications, I cried a lot that night while Leona just held Tia, she and mother were bitter for years and now that she was gone I had no one to run to when father ignored me.
I love my sister. I love her I really do but sometimes the ugly side of our relationship turns. Jealousy creeps through me as I remember how my father talked about her his pride and joy his princess, while I sat and stared at him right in front of him, but he never praises me Leona was always his favorite. My bitterness has made me done things I wish I haven't. As I explain my side if the story I want you to remember that I love my sister with all my heart and anything you may read through these journals make you think otherwise. My name is Maya Goldenbloom I'm ten years old almost 11 and this is my story.
I was born on a lovely spring day Leona says she was very happy she had a little sister at the age of five she never quite understood what was really happening our mother was leaving us our father was getting paid less as work becomes harder, our family was in no situation to have another daughter. My early years are feint and only small tidbits if what I can remember, but I do remember playing in the feilds with Leona. Even back then she was amazing she always looked after me and was fathers favorite as I took refuge in my mothers ailing arms. This ia where my bitterness began. Years later as my little sister Tia was born, and mother had died from birth complications, I cried a lot that night while Leona just held Tia, she and mother were bitter for years and now that she was gone I had no one to run to when father ignored me.
I was born on a lovely spring day Leona says she was very happy she had a little sister at the age of five she never quite understood what was really happening our mother was leaving us our father was getting paid less as work becomes harder, our family was in no situation to have another daughter. My early years are feint and only small tidbits if what I can remember, but I do remember playing in the feilds with Leona. Even back then she was amazing she always looked after me and was fathers favorite as I took refuge in my mothers ailing arms. This ia where my bitterness began. Years later as my little sister Tia was born, and mother had died from birth complications, I cried a lot that night while Leona just held Tia, she and mother were bitter for years and now that she was gone I had no one to run to when father ignored me.