My mom always said I was her successful child,that she loved me and cared for me tremendously.But what about my little sister?My mom treated her like she couldn’t do anything right..My little sister came home crying from school because kids bullied her,because my mom never really bought her nice things like she did for me.I didn’t get my moms deal with my little sister,when I was nice to my baby sister my mom would make this disgusted face,as I help with homework or dishes,or as we play with the dog together.There was always this cold blank stare on her face,like she wanted me to act the same.Me and my sister never argued,I even gave her some of my jewelry and perfumes,and old clothing that looked nice on her.Because I loved her but I don’t think my mom felt the same.The day my sister was born I was 11,I smiled at her beautiful brown eyes and chubby cheeks but my mom just stared at her,my dad had died the exact day of her birth.So I guess her emotions were mix matched,but my sister was gorgeous.but I guess my mom didn’t like her,with every bone in her body,I kind of had to take care of her when I was 11.I changed her diaper,fed her,bought her toys and clothes with my allowance from the dollar store,and I washed her cups and clothes.I dressed her for daycare and pushed her stroller to daycare,at the age of 11.I was now 17 and woke up for school,I brushed my teeth and got dressed,then ran to my sisters room to wake her up,she was now 6,and incredibly beautiful.I tried to open her door but something was blocking it,but it was quiet in her room.I forcefully based the door in and screamed at the sight,my sister lying on the cold floor unconscious.I picked her body up and cried and screamed for help,my mom ran in,and when she saw the sight...she sat beside me,emotionless and hugged me as I held my sister.”IM CALLING AN AMBULANCE” I screamed at my mother.But she looked at me and said,”you’re not calling anyone dear” and pulled out a bat,then everything went black.