The sibling story
It was 11 in the night when one of my darkest secrets was disclosed to me. A secret which was too much to bear for a 15-year-old. In those sleepy eyes, my sister woke me up in a way that got me irritated. With my eyes half-open, I sat on my bed annoyed as she sat staring at me without uttering a word. Before I could ask her what it is, I was taken aback by what she stated: "You aren't my sister". It was for that second I went blank but managed to reply 'subah se main he mili thi kya bewakoof banane ?'. Ignoring what she had told I just laid back on my bed. With her hands on my shoulder, she woke me up the next second saying you're really not my sister and this time with her eyes staring straight at my eyes without letting me talk as she continued the story: I was around 5 years old when my parents adopted you. There was a pause as she looked at my reaction. I sat stunned as I got a thought why would they adopt me(a girl )after you were born, they