My brain just kept printing out the same documents—it wasn’t my choice to make. I couldn’t make decisions for my sister. It didn’t matter that I loved her. I couldn’t be that one person in her life that she needed.
Now I didn’t know what to do with the rest of my life. Before, I was living only to take care of her. It wasn’t like my life with her had been a jar of rose petals, but all alone with the darkness stretching out ahead of me… that was something different.
I closed down her internet business. Then I threw her computer down the fire escape into the open dumpster. The keys flew apart when the keyboard hit the lip. The computer was the only thing left in the apartment that had belonged to her; the last thing she had paid for with her own money. Everything else was mine. In the last
