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'I was too late', I yelled at my sister in anger.

That day, I had a biology assignment to hand in. It felt like the most important thing in the world

because biology was my passion, dream, and future, or maybe that's what I believed ever since I was a
child. My parents are both doctors so I basically grew up in a house that's full of medical books and

equipment. Doctors are restless people that deserve respect, but as parents, they don't. I'm not blaming

my parents for being a doctor, but they didn't spend much time with me and my sister. My sister, Linda

and I are only a year apart, we were best friends, siblings, and even parents to each other. She gave me
the love, attention, care, and happiness that my parents couldn't give,

which makes her the person I love the most.

I've had some school problems, but compared to my sister it was nothing. She had some serious

problems. My first memory to ever remember is my sister passing out in front of me. Her mental state
hasn't always been on good terms, she had anxiety, depression, and OCD. She used to hide what she's

been dealing with me, but it felt wrong, so I started taking care of her even more.

Exactly a year ago, her depression got worse. My parents and she never understood each other, and
they never will, so they argued every night, sometimes they wouldn't talk to each other for weeks.

Mostly, they argued about her grades, school was just not her thing and my parents wish to make her a

doctor was the main problem. They never heard about my sister's passion in business and sport. Even I

tried to tell them, but they never cared about it.

The same day I yelled at her because of my biology assignment, they had a huge fight that I didn't

know. After I found out about the fight, I rushed outside screaming at Linda to apologize, but I didn't find
her anywhere. The last place I went was the building she dreamt of turning into her company. I found

her and apologized but I was too late.

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