BODIES ARE MEANT TO BE USED

There was something wrong with everyone in my family. They all seemed to be lying to me while pretending to be nice. Since I had already convinced Noah to visit them and take Anne away, I did not understand their motive in showering me with unnecessary kindness, something that I had always been deprived of as a child.

“You’ve always been ignorant of my emotional needs,” I said, unafraid to highlight the sudden change in my parents’ behaviour. “You’ve always prioritized my older sister over me.”

“Anne is a sensitive child. She needs more care,” argued my mother, reluctant to acknowledge her biased attitude towards me.

“Does it mean you’ll neglect your younger child because of the same?” I asked, unhappy with my mother’s inability to see her error.

Seth, who could see that I was getting upset about the entire confrontation, grabbed my hand and took me away from them to my room. Once we were alone, he told me that I would never get the answers I deserved.

“They will never accept the fact