One of the disgusting, old men asked who I was.

"She's my step sister, so don't touch her."

I felt relieved because you protected me from them with just your words but I felt sad because you called me your step sister. I was indeed, but I thought I was so much more. You won a lot of money that night, you said I was your lucky charm and you raised my arm while holding up a glass of whiskey in your other.

You spent a lot of that money for alcohol and for clothes for me. I felt so pretty in them, I felt so pretty when your hands glided over my skin that night. The other men thought I was pretty too, I think.