My Aunt Wanted My Little Sister for the Money – She Never Expected Me to Find the One Detail That Changed Everything

My little sister was only seven.

She survived because I went back inside for her.

I still remember carrying her out.

She was crying, coughing, and holding onto me so tightly that I could barely breathe.

After that night, there was no time to grieve properly.

There was Vicky.

And there was me.

I became her sole guardian.

I had been accepted into my dream college, but I put those plans on hold.

Instead, I took two jobs.