That was two years ago.
After that, Sis gave Junko a new name, "Tsukiko" and she had my stuff packed up before she sent to me live across town, baby and all. She did I won't lie, she set me up with a nice house and told me she'd send me money for things and whatevers. Regardless, she sent me away like I made the mistake and she had to cover it up. She still hadn't told anyone, so everyone else, besides Mako, never knew and, for the most part, people were thinking she was mine.
I got some stares and I could hear the whispers. Hell, someone gave me a job out of pity. I gave up my life, so I could be the mom to a kid that wasn't even mine, paying for someone else's mistake, and no one asked me about it. I never chose this but it's not like I could just leave her alone, not like what Sis did. I guess, besides how I feel about Sis leaving me with the bill, doing her job wasn't really thankless, because Kiko loves me.
To Kiko, I was everything, like I was the sun and she was the Earth. She became my sunshine, not long after Sis sent us away, and I promised her that I'd do everything I could to take care of her. She may as well be mine, since I did everything from missing sleep, changing her diapers, buying her clothes, fixing her bottles, patching her up when she got hurt, and singing her songs to rushing her to a doctor when she got sick, having to pay the damn bills out of the my own money. Hell, I lost a lot of weight because I was short on money and I couldn't stand the idea of Kiko going without.
The whole thing was just unfair. Don't get me wrong, I love Kiko more than life itself but the whole idea was unfair, especially, when I see pictures of Sis on the interwebs of her having fun with all of her friends and I gotta stay home most days. Sure, sometimes, Mako could babysit but she has her own life and isn't always there. I would suppose that this whole thing isn't about me but more about Kiko because she got the shortest end of the stick.
I remembered when she actually called to ask me about Kiko. She usually didn't do this, actually, I haven't talked to her in two years, not since she sent us both away. That conversation didn't go what I would call "well" but it went better than most conversations like this. However, I didn't try to hide how I felt by this but I doubt she caught on to it.
"Hello?"
"Yes, hello, how are things?"
"Fine, things are fine, Sis, funny how you would ask-"
"How is she?"
"Fine, she's fine. She's doing fine, she's a good girl, and she's my sunshine. You-"
"Very well."