After Bringing Home My Sister, Comments Said She Died

After my company took off, I finally found the sister I'd been separated from for fifteen years. When I went to bring her home, she was washing dishes in the back kitchen of a diner, her hands pruned white from the water. I told her who I was, brought her back to my downtown penthouse, and stroked her hair as I said, "From now on, you've got your big sister. I'll never let you suffer again. I'll give you the best of everything in the world."