DAY 2

 oneday, i met my little niece, she's crying loudly and nobody cares. life just let her heart thinking what should she do rn, she just a little girl, she needs her normaly childhood life. 

i'd feel she whispered to me. "does my mother love me? will you wonder how i've waiting since you left me behind?" 

and my answer just "no, our life is different. " sigh.

in her diary texted;

    " i'm so sick of always being the one who gets blamed. oh, you're the older sister, you should be more mature than your brother. well i was more mature since their bornday, so stop telling me like that. it's my fault that i look our for them so that makes me a mom my name my parents don't care that i get called all these name after all they are just joking and not mature, and wait. they're not girls so it doesn't matter. i'm so sick of this. sometimes i think that their life's would be better off if i was gone. they all fit in, but me i don't belong hero. i miss feeling like i belong and being loved."

the oldest daughter.