I Stole My Sister's Dolls

My little sister always has me wrapped around her finger, and honestly, she can be such a brat sometimes. One day, I just snapped. When she wasn't looking, I took all of her dolls and hid them in my closet. The guilt was eating me alive, but seeing her cry for days felt oddly satisfying. Now whenever she asks about the dolls, I act like nothing happened. It's been a year now, and I'm still holding on to this secret because if anyone found out, they'd think I'm such a mean big sister.