Dad thinks I’m ready to fly around the country as the Ambassador of Hope, but Mom thinks I’m a frail little bird with broken wings.
Yeah, my parents are crappy, but you hurt either of my sisters and I will spend my life finding ways to destroy you.
My friend Bailey is looking at me with tears in her eyes and a smile of pure joy. She sees me, the real me, not the broken little bird that my mother sees, or the Ambassador of Hope that my father sees, or the girl who was stupid enough to walk off with a stranger and ruin everyone’s lives that my sister sees. Bailey sees me as I want to be: a normal, non-newsworthy, non-broken, non-victimized sixteen-year-old girl.
I want you to promise me that you’ll stop comparing yourself to everyone else.’
‘What?’ I broke off the hug, not understanding.
‘You. Evelyn. You’re always like, ‘I wish I coulld be like this’ or ‘I wish I could be more like so-and-so’. You’re obsessed with being normal, but that’s well boring, and you’re extraordinary, Evie. Promise me you’ll stop trying to stop stop being you’.
We were secret sisters with a plan for world domination, potential bubbling around us like champagne.
We’re not going to give in. We’re going to fight.
I need to finish this scarf/shawl/blanket thing so I can start something for Emma- a hat, maybe, or a sweater for her stuffed elephant.
I would like more sisters, that the taking out of one, might not leave such stillness.
They called each other family and that’s what they were-sisters. Many people in the world had family of the heart, kin by choice rather than by blood, and hers had come along in her darkest hour and saved her life.
I told him that he better be good to you. When you came along, I said I’d share you, but I told him to remember that you’re my sister. I loved you first.