Parents love their children. Thats what I've observed. Do my parents love me? No, my mother hates me. Thats why I disappeared. I'm no longer a sister, I'm no longer a daughter, I'm nothing. She pushed her glasses back into place as she walked passed the playground. She slid her hair back behind her ear, opening the door to her house. This place she was someone. She was a friend, she was a sister, she was family.