Sister – contrast
My sister was born in 1972, also in C-section due to being a breech baby. But unlike mine, the first several years of my sister’s life passed without significant illness. She was a cheerful, gregarious, extroverted kid who loved to sing and dance in front of the audience. There is a photo of her, perhaps five years old, holding a toy microphone in one hand, and spreading both of her arms as though inserting a dance move between the lyrics. Her smile is charming the audience, and she accepts the admiration from them. In the corner of the photo, there is me, about two years old, with my mouth tightly closed in concentration, raking the ash in a hibachi utterly oblivious of the gay surroundings.
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