When our mother died, the world expected my sister to crumble. Instead, she became both sister and parent, shield and shelter. She walked away from her education without fanfare, stepping into double shifts so I could keep my childhood and one day claim the degrees she never earned. Now, in an office lined with my achievements, I finally see whose name should be written on every one: the girl who gave up her someday so I could have a tomorrow.
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