“My sister has always been my own and beloved soul in this world to me. After our parents died, she and I made a promise that we would always help and support each other.
After my son became an adult he moved to live in the capital and I stayed to live in Sochi. Then my husband and I divorced, and I lost my own corner. Then my sister let me live in her apartment, as she was seldom at home and mostly travelled abroad.
Since I worked in the firm of my ex-husband, at one point I was left not only without a place to live, but also without a job. I couldn’t find a new job, so I had to live off my savings and then I found a job as a housemaid. At that time I had been living in my sister’s house for more than two years.
One day before my next trip abroad my sister told me that I had to vacate the apartment when she arrived, as she had decided to rent it for rent, she had even discussed all the details with the realtor at that time.
I didn’t know what to say to her and all I got out was, “Okay. I was having trouble breathing at this point.
When my sister was out of the apartment and something chirped about the payment of utility bills I could not even focus on what she was telling me. That same evening she flew away for four months to Majorca. She was so happy then. I was always happy to see her like that, but not this time.
I had only one thought running through my mind: “Where am I going to find a place to live, because during the season it costs crazy money to live in Sochi, and my salary is only enough to rent a barn in the suburbs. I began to run through various options in my head, but could not come up with anything worthwhile. A month later, the doorbell rang.
Some girl came in and said she was my sister’s realtor, and then asked me to move out of the apartment immediately, since the tenants were due to move in at night. I started explaining to her that I had nowhere to move out, that my sister hadn’t told me anything, that I needed to vacate the apartment immediately. But she wouldn’t even listen to me.
I tried to call my sister, but I and Majorca had different times and it was already deep in the night.
I gathered my things and went outside. I spent that night at the playground. In the morning I got a text from my sister, “Honey, I’m sorry it was so ugly. I think you’ve already found a new place to live.”
Her text message tore my soul into a million pieces. How could she do this to me? She was my own sister!
I understood perfectly well that my sister needed the money, but I didn’t understand why she wouldn’t talk to me about it? Why would she just confront me with this? It made me sad that money was now more important than relationships.
After a while I managed to find a new job and was given a small room, and now I live there like a mouse, trying not to disturb anyone. I am very offended that my sister never apologized for that incident.
Then she started calling me and wondering how I was doing. However, now I no longer have a place in my heart for her, and I am just like all the others, I say that I am fine.
This is the letter we received from one of our readers, who lives in Sochi. There is no anger in the woman’s letter against her sister, but only a call to take care of those who are dear to our hearts. It is clear that in her heart there is a grudge against her sister, but a person, if asked for sincerely, can forgive anything!
Think about it, maybe you have offended someone by accident and now is the time to ask that person’s forgiveness.
