I couldn't help but think whether Grace went through all of these before.
Did she struggle alone in the endless abyss of despair and even choose to cut off all contact with me in order not to keep me out of these things...
I looked in the mirror and stared at a similar face to my sister.
For a moment, I seemed to really see her standing in front of me.
I was five years younger than Grace.
After our parents suddenly passed away, all their property was seized by our relatives. My sister and I immediately were reduced from the apple in my parents' palms to orphans whom everyone could bully.
In order to divide all our property, our relatives sent us all to an orphanage without saying a word.
At that time, Grace was only ten years old and was forced to take on the responsibility of taking care of her younger sister.
With scarce food in the orphanage, she went out to do odd jobs to buy me food.
It was cold in the orphanage at night, so she overlapped two blankets and held me tightly in her arms to coax me to sleep.
Whenever someone in the orphanage bullied me, she picked up a stick and guarded me.