A Story of Sisterhood and Activism . Runner-Up in Passing Ships Challenge.
All I see when I walk through the door to my apartment one day is my sister standing in the living room. Not the bright-eyed, brown-skinned sister I know. Colors other than the warm brown I’m used to light up her face in different shades of black and blue. I am speechless. Although she is older than me, I am the one that always has something comforting to say. My sister always teases me affectionately and says, “Tina, you talk too much,” and I don’t disagree. I’m proud of this voice of mine. Not now though. Now I stand, staring at her, mute, so ashamed of my voice for failing her. In between soapy tears, she tells my mom and me that it was her boyfriend.
