The Loved and the Left BehindEpisode 17

On moving day, my parents gave the biggest, brightest room to my sister and crammed me into the attic. Over the years, our homes grew larger and larger—but there was never a place for me. They always said next time. I waited until my heart died waiting. So I left. Later, they searched for me like mad. But some things, once broken, can never be glued back together. And some hearts, once frozen cold, can never be warmed again.