My name Riyana, in short Rina was given to me by my birth mother. My mom was a beauty. She was always stern with me but I loved her. My mom was a very busy person. She went to work as early as 5am and came back very late so I always had to take care of Tiara. I believed she was working as an attendant in a bank.
It was a pretty normal day when my mom just disappeared. Everything happened so fast that it was hard to take it all in. My mom's face was suddenly all over the news. She was the prime suspect of robbing around eight banks. I could not believe it at all. I thought there must have been some kind of mistake until the police came to interrogate me and witnesses confirmed it themselves.
My father was slightly on the abusive side. He was always drunk. If it was a good day, he would just shout at us for hours but if it was a bad day, I always had to take the hit. It became worse after my mom disappeared out of thin air. His abuse became very frequent. I was always covered in bruises but no one really cared. Neither the school I was going to, nor the neighbors who always looked cheerful knew what I was going through or maybe they just turned a blind eye to everything.
Tiara was always my top priority. I never let her take a single hit. She always used to cry looking at my bruises but I could only comfort her with my petty words. Tia loved her father a lot. No matter how much he shouted at her, she could never hate him. I loved my mom and she loved her dad.
I was constantly beaten for 6 months. He never cared about anything and always did whatever he wanted.
Sixth of May is the day Tia was born. She was very excited for her birthday. I had no money to buy her presents. My mom always made sure to give me some pocket money every month but my savings were dry as I have not received anything for quite a while.
As I contemplating on what I should, I decided to make her a handmade gift. Thankfully there were some clothes left by my mom. I went my mom's room and made a tiny brown teddy bear. I sewed its eyes with buttons and carefully mended it precisely.
It was 4pm already. Tia always came home from school at this time. I quickly tied my hair up and got ready to wish her only to hear a loud scream. I quickly went to check on her well being. In the living room, lying there was a cold body..... of my dad.
Tia looked at me furiously," You killed him right? Answer me! I will never forgive you". I tried my best to tell her that I did not do it but she was not ready to listen. She even made a report to the police stating that I killed my father. The forensic report showed that his death was due to alcohol but she never believed it.
I think she just wanted someone to take the blame for my father's death and I just happened to be the easiest target. I do not blame her and I still trust her the most. My relatives took care of the funeral. We hopped from one family to another until I became an adult and bought a house.
Its been 8 years....Tia has still not forgiven me.