The Fragile One

Summary

My little sister, Karen, has always been fragile. The doctors called it depression—a delicate glass doll that couldn't withstand the slightest shock.

So my whole life was set to mute.

To avoid upsetting her, I never laughed too loudly or cried too openly. Even when hurt, I wasn’t allowed to make a sound.

Mom and Dad would pull me aside, eyes full of apology. "You're such a good girl, Ava," they’d say. "Karen’s recovery is a family effort. You're the strong one. Can you be more patient?"

That day, I knocked over a glass of water. The crash sent Karen spiraling.