Part one

The day I moved to my mom's was a somewhat tragedy. It was summer. I was sent to my mom by my dad to stay for the summer with my mom and little sister, Lily. We did almost everything together.

And then I met him. I never thought that a cliché such as bumping into someone could change your life.

Soon after I met two girls who were just like sisters. Big sisters who I could tell almost anything, anything that I couldn't tell my little sister.

We all enjoyed life. But I didn't after my father's death, not really.