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I’m worried. So worried. The only thing I can think about nowadays is Macy. I can hear her throwing up at night. She uses the downstairs bathroom but I can still hear from upstairs. The vomiting is so loud while I try to sleep. When she comes back upstairs she cries hard. So hard that once that I had to cover my head with my pillow.

Mama and Papa don’t know. Macy said that I needed to keep it a secret and be a good little brother. But keeping the secret doesn’t make me feel good. I feel guilty and angry and scared. I feel like going back in time before Macy started hurting herself. I don't know why anyone, including herself, would want to hurt Macy. I remember when she would spin me around the room and sing songs with me. I remember everyone being happy. But that was a long time ago.

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