Music:
Candy
I walked closer.
"I want to bury it so Mom won't find it, and I won't have to take the medicine anymore," my sister cried as she buried the pill bottle (a medication for bipolar disorder).
I hugged my sister, gently patting her head. "We won't take medicine anymore in the future."
Since then, every time Mom asked me to give my sister medicine, I would secretly switch the pills with candy. As a young child, I didn't understand anything and didn't realize that I was harming my sister by doing that.
...back into the labyrinth of memories again.
I remembered a nightmare that had haunted me for months. Almost every night, I could see that scene:
My sister sat at the table, her dark hair falling loosely around her. She was focused, writing something intently.
She wrote for a while, then folded it neatly and placed it inside a drawer.
At this point, I would choose: