How To Love
My sister was the most sensitive and emotional of the three of us. She gave too much. Love, money, time, effort, and often to the wrong men, her body. I worried about Lade a lot. I feared that, one day, she would fall into the hands of a man who would recognize her weakness and take advantage of it. So I questioned every new guy she fell in love with weekly, her boss who needed her to work weekends without extra pay and her flatmate who stayed with her but wasn't paying a kobo, yet consuming Lade's meat, milk and space. My sister was a gentle soul and i needed to protect her so i told them off, stood up for her, did the things she was too shy to do and generally watched her back.