3 Sisters | A 100 Word Story

#756 - Apsara

I was a sister long ago. One of three our mother would say. I was the last of us to go. The first one remains. The second sister’s lost her mind. Our mother said she never had one to begin with. That’s why she had me. Three sisters to look after us.

My mother visits me each day. Lays flowers here upon my grave. She sits and sings and cries and says, she misses me the most it seems. I was a sister long ago. Three of one my mother did say. I was the first of us to go.

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