It's been a long road for me, coming to terms with what happened between my sister and me. The betrayal still stings, the memory of her turning on me so fresh in my mind. How could she do that? How could she choose to end my life so callously?
I remember when we were just hatchlings, playing together in our enclosure. We were inseparable, two peas in a pod. But as we grew older, I began to notice changes in her behavior. She became more aggressive, more unpredictable.
And then one day it happened - she turned on me without warning. It was like a switch had flipped inside her head, and suddenly I was no longer her sibling but prey to be hunted down and devoured.
The pain of that moment still lingers within me, a constant reminder of the ultimate betrayal by someone I once trusted implicitly.
But as time has passed and wounds have started to heal (both physically and emotionally), I've come to realize that forgiveness is not about excusing or forgetting what happened; it's about letting go of the anger and resentment that holds us back from moving forward.
I know now that my sister wasn't acting out of malice or cruelty towards me; she was simply following her instincts as an apex predator. In the wild world we inhabit, survival is paramount - even if it means sacrificing those closest to you.
So today I make peace with what transpired between us. I forgive my sister for ending my life prematurely because holding onto hatred only poisons my own soul.
In forgiving her actions, I free myself from the burden of anger and allow myself space to grow beyond this tragedy. Life goes on after all…