A few years ago, my parents died, and my sister and I have been living together, supporting each other. I quit college and got a job to protect my little sister. I was busy, but it was fun. I cried a lot, and laughed a lot. But my sister also had a boyfriend. He was a reliable man older than my sister. I was a little jealous. As if he could see through my heart, he kissed me and pushed me down.