Hi! I'm Angela. I have an older brother named Aden. Even tough we are sibling, we are really different in personality, style, society, almost everything. My parents really love my brother, but not me. I really hate him for that. 

When I was a child, my mother prefer to choose taking care my brother but me. I always taken care by the maids. My dad always work and go abroad, so my brother and I rarely see him. Every time I see him, he always ignore me like I am not even there. Unlike me, my brother always get enough love from our parents.

IT'S UNFAIR! I HATE MY BROTHER!

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“Belle, where do you want to go this holiday?”

“My family and I are going to Paris."

I’m kinda sad hearing that because during holiday, i usually spend time with Isabelle, my one and only best friend. I don’t know what to do in this holiday. Hmm, maybe i could go visit my grandma?!

Without hesitation, i find her contact in my phone and dial her.

“Hello my pretty grand daughter! Why do you call me?” It was such a relief to hear her sound after a long time.

“Hello grandma! I’m going to your house this holiday. I really miss you!”

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I’m really excited for the holiday, i’m ready to go to my grandma’s house. As always, my parents and my brother go abroad and left me.

I  finally arrive in my grandma’s house. I want to clean the warehouse while my grandma bakes my favorite pie. I go to the warehouse and start cleaning. Suddenly, i found an old album under racks of old books. I see photos of little me carried by a stranger. I can’t recognize the stranger, but she has similar face like my dad. I quickly ask grandma about the album. She stay quiet.

“Why grandma? Is there something wrong?” I ask.

“No honey, i just feel dizzy.”

Suddenly my grandma fainted. I call ambulance. When my grandma arrives at the hospital, it is too late. The doctor said she had an heart attack. She is the only person who understand me and now she’s gone. I cry all day until my eyes are red and my eye bags are getting bigger. I am blaming myself for her death. I am also thinking how dumb i am asking about the album. What is the big deal of an album?

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It’s time for my grandma’s funeral. My family comes back from their holiday to come and greet the guests. There are too many guests that i couldn't recognize. I heard some noises talking about me. 

“Isn’t she the adopted child?” WHAT? If my parents aren’t close with me, that doesn’t mean i’m adopted ?! But it kinda make sense doesn’t it?? I’m really stressed right now. At that moment, I can’t move and open my eyes. Everything went black.

I open my eyes and find myself in a hospital room. I only see my brother walking around worried.

“Where is mom and dad?”

“They are just having a sudden business trip.” 

“What?? They left me while i am sick?? But, when you’re sick they are always there for you!”

“Stay calm, Angela. It’s just business trip, they will be back to see you.”

“NO, THEY WON’T! DO YOU KNOW WHY THEY WON’T? BECAUSE THEY DON’T LOVE ME! AND IT’S BECAUSE OF YOU! I WISH I DON’T HAVE A BROTHER!”

“YOU KNOW WHAT? I’M DONE TAKING CARE OF YOU IF YOU’RE LIKE THIS!” he answers angrily and left.

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I am back from the hospital and my brother is still mad at me. I understand because if i am him, i would be mad too. I pass my brother room, which is beside my room, and hearing him crying. I encourage myself to see his condition. I am asking him why and he answers, “You…are…not..my..bio..lo..gi..cal..sis..ter” then he starts crying again.

“No, it mustn't be right! You must be joking!” I slap him. I feel my hand is uncontrolled.

My parents see me and my mother slap me and leave red scars on my cheek.

“How dare you slap my son like that?”

“Mom..i was just..” 

“Don’t call me mom, i’m not your mom.” “You are just your dad’s sister daughter, who was adopted by us.” “Your mom died in a car accident.”

I can’t believe what my (step)mom just said.

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 At the end, my brother, the person i hated the most, is the one ended up staying beside me. I know, the ending is not what i expected. The truth is not always good, sometimes it’s painful.