My sister keeps popping on my mind lately. She died a long time ago. She was the only one I was close too in my familly. But I think if she would still be alive I wouldn't be close to her today. I think that we would have drifted apart. I think I am the black sheep in the familly because it doesn't make any sense that nobody ever wanted me by their side. So I would have probably did something wrong, with time, to also push my sister away. I think I am the bad one and they probably have good reasons to behave as they do towards me. My sister was a sweet angel.