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hearing the two words of gratitude sent a wave of subtle relief through the younger sea witch ; however , upon her ears queuing into her motherβs sigh , umaβs brows knitted together .
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that brought a frown to the sea witchβs face. she hadnβt been able to really tell her why she is the way she is. she pushed those thoughts to the back of her mind and she says to her,
βUma, if I truly hated you.. do you actually think I wouldβve had you in the first place?!β
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β all we do is fight β¦ and if we ainβt fightinβ yer just yellinβ at me β or β¦ yer just callinβ me up ta do the night shift at the restaurant . you donβt care βbout me . β
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βMy credentials speak for themselves, sweet sister. I have been at this a LOT longer than you have. Everything you know youβve learned from me. Give a tiny bit of credit..β
She smirked as she listened her little sisters words and she raises an eyebrow.
βOh baby sis, ever so eager to be better than me. Which you wonβtβ¦but still itβs amusing to see you try.β She says with so much sarcasm laced in her voice and words.
I wished my mother and father wouldβve locked me up instead of my own brother abandoning me on the surface leaving me to die. Having to make a life for myself in the sea and to the people who doubted me. THAT, dear sister, is why I am the way I am. I am trying to be better for β