She was dusting the photos along the shelf when she picked one up and paused.
It was a picture taken of her uncle just a few weeks before his funeral. She had never been one of his favourites. She remembers how he would bring a small present, all nicely wrapped, for her older sister, whenever he visited. Never anything for her. He would give her sister pocket money sometimes, saying that she was a little too young for that yet. Although, as time went on, this didn’t change. Always something for her sister, and nothing for her.
A sneer crossed her face. She spat on the picture, then cleaned up the glass with her cloth. She thought about him. He had died of some sort of food poisoning. It was never really determined what it was that killed him. She sighed and thought about it. Thought about how he was quite old when it happened. She shook her head.
She should have done it earlier…