6# Some days we get along, some days we don’t. And truth is, they not really…

6# Some days we get along, some days we don’t. And truth is, they not really my sisters. They my aunties. And sometimes they look at me like I don’t belong there. So I learned young how to make myself small. How to stay quiet. How to pretend none of it hurts. But pain grows with you. It learns your name.