I have a sister. A twin. Her name is Emma. We grew up on the farm. There were no other children of our age. We spent every moment together. We milked cows, baled hay, fished. She taught me how to cook. Whatever love is, that’s what I felt for Emma. When I came back from the war, she nursed me, and gave me morphine to keep the pain at bay. Despite my injuries she treated me no different. I was her brother, the closest person in her life. But suddenly… I felt different toward her. I would stare at her… And feel nothing.
I lost whatever I thought love was.