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I Cannot Fix My Sister
I love my baby sister but sometimes I hate her too.
This morning I got a text. “Have you seen your sister, she didn’t show up to work and nobody knows where she is. Her phone goes right to voicemail”. The last anyone had heard from her, she’d planned on going hiking. Even in the summertime, hiking in the Rocky Mountains can be dangerous and the weather can turn on you in a heartbeat. One of the office ladies drove by her house, her car was there but no other signs of her. Still no answers to her phone, no signs of her on social media. I tried reaching out to her roommates on Facebook but I’m not friends with them so who knows who long it might be before I heard back.
Next, I called our dad to see if he’d heard anything. He hadn’t. I explained that I thought she’d gone hiking and that I was going to call the RCMP. Luckily, his girlfriend overheard our conversation and said she had seen my sister and her friends. They were going drinking.
At that moment, I stopped worrying and got angry. She’s not supposed to be drinking on her antidepressants. In fact, she’s not supposed to be drinking at all. Her counsellor told her to look at joining Alcoholics Anonymous. Not only did she go out drinking, she obviously drank enough that she wasn’t able to come to work the next day.
