Entry for @mariannewest's Day 1305 freewrite contest

We didn't want to be around mother. Sure, she was caring, reliable and wanted what was best for us, but we felt like there was no freedom. Being ourselves was what mattered the most. Even though I have a lot of siblings, no one felt any different. Well, no one except Anne. Nobody liked her.

Anne was the kind of person who would do the good thing no matter what happened. It's like she was born with this trait coded into her DNA. If we wanted to prank someone, she'd interfere whenever she was around. Not only that, she was kind to that control freak. We hated her for it. Why would she be kind to someone who doesn't want you to be you?

Every day there she was, helping with chores, trying her hardest to solve conflicts and even taking her of us no matter how hard we tried to avoid the way she'd snoop in. Years later, all grown up, of course we've ended up loving Anne back, the black sheep.