[ WP ] You and your mother have lived alone for as long as you can remember . On your 15th birthday , you find out the person you thought was your mother is actually your sister ...

`` My sister?'' I ask. 
 `` Yeah.'' said Liza. She puts her cup on the table. 
 `` Okay.'' I say, my eyes narrowing as I stare at her face. I smile at her waiting for her to reciprocate but it does n't come. I start to really notice her. She does n't seem well. The bags under her eyes; the grease in her typically perfect blonde hair, indicating that she has n't showered despite it being 5 PM, and... her eyes. They seem so -- I do n't even know. Old? Stressed. 
 
 How can she be my sister? Then where's my -- wait. I'm making too much of this. I guess I just do n't understand what she means. 
 
 `` You are *not* my sister.'' I say with a faint laugh. `` Are you okay? Did something happen today? What do you mean by sister?'' 
 
 The silence of the pause is interrupted by a long inhale through her nostrils. `` Look,'' she breathes. She tucks her thumbs into her fists and crosses her legs so she is mirroring mine. Her emerald green eyes stares at me so intensely that I feel my heart sink. The blood in my body feels like it's trying to escape from stomach and pool in my extremities. The feeling intensifies until I only feel like a head, two arms, and two legs. Those are the same eyes that told me my father had died three years ago; the same *look* that she always starts serious conversations with. I feel something on my cheek and wipe it away. I look at the residue on my fingers and I realize that I'm crying. My body already understands what my mind has n't. 
 
 `` Our, um, our mom died a long time ago, okay?'' Liza focuses her eyes on my torso now. Tears start to drop from her face onto her knees but she does n't bother to wipe anything away. `` I'm so sorr -- I did n't know what to do.'' Liza's feet start audibly shaking as they tap on the floor. `` I... dad told me that I was going to be the mom now and you were just born and I did n't know what to do and I was only seventeen and -- he was such a fucked up man, Sarah. So fucked up. And um. And I was only seventeen, you know?'' 
 
 She starts to sob. The sound of her calling my dad... our father. 
 
 She grabs her cup and tries to steady her hands to take a drink. She's drunk. I can see it now. I stare outside the window as Liza continues. Numbness starts to take over my sensations as I start back at her. 
 
 `` Liza, can you start from the beginning?''
