How I came to be is very, very complicated, and it causes Liam's parents a lot of sadness. I wish I could call them my parents, too, but they seem to hate me. Liam doesn't, though. Liam loves me, and he always will. Liam says I am his sister, and sisters are forever, usually. I am not his first sister: Poppy was. But I am the first Poppie. The first and only. I met Liam nearly five years ago. I never met Poppy.
Something strange happened to Poppy, something that Liam doesn't know. He hears his parents talking in low voices, late at night, when Liam should be asleep, but even our desperate eavesdropping won't help us. They get photos of her, sometimes, and she looks just like me. People visit for her, too. Old men in black suits and green vests, and they introduce themselves as inspectors. I hope Liam's mummy and Daddy aren't getting inspected like Liam's school does, every year. They don't talk to Liam, so I don't know why they come. Poppy is a cloud over our house, over Liam's mummy and daddy. I hope I never make them that sad.
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