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My late twin sister

I had a twin sister. She was smarter than me, prettier than me and more popular than I was, but I wasn’t jealous!
I had no reason to be jealous, although she stole the guy that I liked after I let her know i liked him and asked her to help me talk to him.

“I can’t help you talk to him” She said to me.
“Why not?” I asked her.
“because why would I help my boyfriend pick up my sister? Oh but don’t worry I told him that you like him.”

That moment i wanted to crawl under a rock.

It’s okay though, I’m not mad or jealous. I’m not mad because she was daddy’s little princess for whom he bought a car for our sixteenth birthday, I’m not mad that i was never allowed to touch that car.

I’m not mad that when she was crowned homecoming queen dad got her a laptop, and when I was pronounced valedictorian of my H.S., daddy got me a card that said “Congratulations”. I wasn’t mad, I didn’t cry.

I wasn’t mad that dad gave everything he owned to her when he died.

I’m mad now. Because she is dead!

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