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Twenty-third Chapter

“So I was wondering if you could get me one." Anna mumbled in her softest voice.

“I am not getting you a tripod for tiktok Anna."

I couldn't believe I was even saying the words. How did a sick girl, who could barely even walk, want a tripod so she could make tik tok videos? My sister just had to be a crazy person.

“Oh common Raya," she whined loudly, hitting her fists beside her on the bed. “It's just to have some fun," she murmured, folding her arms with pouting lips. “I may never get to do it anyway.”

She whispered the last part to herself but my ears picked on it. I shot her a glare, throwing the ice cream spoon into the half eaten cup. “Anna Rivera Chaste!" I called loudly and sternly, just like Mom did when she was furious.

She turned to me, shocked that I had heard her. “Don't you dare say those words ever again." My voice grew progressively higher with ever word I said.

I noticed the sadness in her eyes before she loo
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