My sister died just a night before the day of the reading of Daddy will.

 

Jerima, my sister died mysteriously. 

She fell from the long stairs and landed with her head which splashed on the ground like a broken watermelon.

 

Mum, was so sad, she cried from that night till the following day holding dad's picture. “Why? Why did you go and now your child too. Mum shouted hitting the glass floor hard. I tried consoling her but 

She didn't mind my presence. Afterall Jerima was dad and mummy favourite. They treated me like I was adopted.

 

 

The door of our house splang open it was dad's lawyer. He sat on the smooth sofa, opening Daddy's will. I stood behind mummy laughing sliently. Little they knew it was I that pushed Jerima from the high stairs. I told him! I told my dad before he died that if they continue favouring only Jerima they would see my actions. Dad was very rich and I knew that he wanted to keep all for Jerima.

 

The lawyer started, Ma before your great husband died He stated that his property will be shared 50/50. I am so sorry Madam on your two daughters death. 

 

It rang like a bell in my ears “Two, but..” I said as last night incident flashed at my front. It wasn't only Jerima that fall. I also did. It drawn to me that Jerima dragged me while falling. That's the reason mummy couldn't hear me. I saw Jerima. She stood at the door stand shedding blood tears. I wanted to say I am sorry before the tunder struck. I woke up in fear it was all a dream, that was also the night I planned pushing Jerima off the stairs.