Deirdre

Deirdre...she had meant more to me than all the rest of the family put together. I cannot help it. That is how it was.
How many times had I wished she were not my sister. Yet, I had reconciled myself to the realities of our situation.
My feelings would never change, but . . . now she was gone, and this thought meant more to me than the impending destruction of the world. (c)