No idea whether to feel confused, upset, betrayed, outplayed or simply as a failure.

It was all so well wrapped and i didn't even have the common sense to tell that something was wrong. I'm such an idiot. Never expecting and only crumbling upon knowing.

Prevented from hurt only to dawn upon greater shock. No one to blame except myself.

As voices are raised, faces turn to look. Beyond anger lies sheer exasperation. Eventually, it all dies down, but wounds only heal to leave scars.

Sisters annoy, interfere, criticize. Indulge in monumental sulks, in huffs, in snide remarks. Borrow. Break. Monopolize your things. But if catastrophe should strike, sisters are there. Defending you against all comers. If you don't understand how a woman could both love her sister dearly and want to wring her neck at the same time, then you are probably an only child.