ster. We went there with a shopping list in my hand for a few items for my father at the

hed shopping, but now

as angry at her. Just waiting to see

I find you and you w

already. Staying out late was something my father hated more than anything. I didn't know what she wa

anding and talking with a "man". I could not hold back my rage, seeing that she was right there, comfort

hout wasting any more time, waiting t

ere conversing with a''man ``! Ok, you jus

cause the man standing there was obstructing her view. I could not stop admiring the fine man's back and I wondered what his front would be like. For a minute ther

ed to a

hing really bad to me. I was always scared of my sister because she was always having this strong hatred for me. It

and hitting me everywhere. I became really

ing wrong

would come next. Knowing how wicked my sister could be, I knew I would be roasted alive a

s go

ijuan"