Chapter 21
    The opposite of her
    I remember how it used to feel when I didn’t seem to matter. It was always Dorothy this, または Dorothy that, and I was always left out または ignored. I remember having to shout to get people to look at me, and then they’d be all like ‘oh, I’m so sorry, didn’t see you’.
    I remember what it was like when I didn’t like my sister, または at least, not much as I did when we grew closer. I adored her in the few years before she died, but there was a time that I didn’t want to be just like her.
    You’d think in most situations when a newborn enters the family they’d be 与えられた all the attention while the first born and others aren’t getting as much as they’d like. But in my family, that was sadly not the case. Dorothy was four years old when I was born, and already she looked gorgeous. An angelic voice, bouncy blonde curls, alluring blue eyes, she was like a poster child for a some beautiful exotic creature.
    I, on the other hand, wasn’t blessed with her perfect features. My hair was a dull straight blonde, I’ve tried but it never was as bouncy and curly as Dorothy’s.
    And my smile, ugh, it was crooked and ugly, and I felt that I looked like I was grimacing while trying to smile. Whereas, Dorothy looked picture perfect, photoshopped to amazing to be real.
    I was like the opposite of her, and I hated it. I remember when there was birthday parties Dorothy had a whole ten of people, it was like we were at dance club with the songs and the so many people. Mine? About a few people who made some lame excuses during the party about homework (it was summer!) and leaving me all alone with no cake.
    Of course Dorothy was there, even when my parents weren’t.
    I remembered it, I was crying in the backyard, low small sobs increasing every second. I remember looking toward my 表, テーブル where my presents were supposed to be, I wasn’t greedy または anything, but it hurt to see nothing at all. Not even my parents bothered to give me anything, a rubber band would’ve been nice.
    I was so angry that I threw the 表, テーブル across the yard, I stabbed the blow up pool and bounce house. I was about 9 here, before I met Jessica on my first 日 in middle school. I had fallen to the ground によって now, arms around myself, legs tucked behind them, in my own ball of misery. I cried everything that’s been eating at me ever since I was born.
    Dorothy had just arrived ホーム after a hang out with her friends, she didn’t want to ruin my party, and I’d been thinking if she had stayed maybe my フレンズ would’ve too.
    She found me on the ground there, and she had cradled me, whispered sweet things into my ear, made me feel better, did what a good mother would’ve had done. She had a present in her hand and gave it to me, whispering happy birthday in my ear. It was a half of a best friend necklace, grinning she had showed me her other half, and a gift card for the mall.
    It was one of the happiest moments of my life, I was the best friend of the girl everyone wanted to be フレンズ with, not only that she was my sister who loved me to. We hung out the whole 日 and she gave me a proper birthday, ever since that day, we’ve been inseparable since.
    Me, the girl who did everything wrong, was best フレンズ with the girl that did everything right.

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