I once had a Dad & a sister too

I miss my Dad. I think about him every day. Sometimes I can feel him over my shoulder.

I had a sister too but I don't miss her. I miss the idea of having a sister. When I was little, I worshiped my sister. I wanted to grow up & be her maid. She did lots of mean things to me growing up & it affected who I was but not who I became. It's frustrating because I let myself get sucked back in to the idea of having a sister to once again but it was only temporary.

It's true that money means security but it is also the root of evil.