At the time of child birth, I couldn't find her twin sister’s head and so mistakenly lifted her upside down; water gushing to her head.
Stillborn, she was revived but paid a price all her life for she was never normal again.
When her father died, she bid his coffin goodbye – a loving goodbye to an alcoholic who beat her up day in and day out.
Her sister missed 2 years of school to raise her twin – taught her to walk, talk, eat and loved her till the world’s end.
She has finally lost her fight against a fatal disease but her songs and laughter echo in her soft-toyed room and in my guilt that will always hold me.