i know this isn't really ' prose ', nor is it well-written, but it is sure as hell nonfiction.

sasha is my adopted little sister. abandoned in a field and left for dead, she's a child shaped by the shadows and traumas of her past - traumas that were nobody’s faults, but have been left behind as burdens for everyone. sasha’s life before we adopted her was an empty void that's clearly shown through her cheerless expression. we'll never know anything but the sparse details we were handed when she came to us, but it's clear that her past was one of a rather dismal nature.

despite the love we've offered, her past molded her into a broken little girl. her sadness is one that cannot be mended with mere threads of love and compassion, but we're willing to do whatever it takes.

sorry if this one's weird or something. it's just something really personal to me and i wanted to write it down somewhere.