I am Isabelle and for once in my life this is my story. I was born in a respected and loving family, with already a wonderful sister to guide me. She was Ali, from the very beginning of my days Ali got all the attention and love of everyone she met. It was quite a charm of her. I was always in the background looming like a shadow with nowhere to go. But, it is life and you need to be strong we're Ali's words .Soon, I went to school and once again my loving sister was there to support me. I had no identity of my own other than I am the sister of the perfect goddess Ali. How I hated all the favours given to me at school because of her.But again, you are a lucky girl to have so many favours without much work, was general verdict of my parents. Have you ever seen an Oak tree with a weed growing beside it , quite an unusual site . This was the kind of situation of survival I was facing everyday. Suddenly Ali went missing like vapourizing in thin air. After all the struggle I put for survival she was still my sister. People always said nice things about her around how loving and caring she was. On still nights I miss how I said her the last time that I loved her when her body was trembling and her lungs gasping for air, when I chocked her. The weed had sucked the life from the mighty Oak . My sister was right after all that you needed to be strong in life.I paid for all her kind favours and works that day, and her bloodshot eyes dancing with terror did see the result which they brought upon her. Goddess do fall sometimes and when they fall , they fall hard. But, why do you despair we will be sisters till the end.