“I think I get it now,” I chuckled softly, then confusedly questioned, “But what are you going to do to cover yours?”
“What, this?” she asked unbelievably as she pulled out another compact makeup container from her back pocket. “Concealer can really be a girl’s best friend. There’s been plenty of times where I would be sitting in my room at night and I’d…put it over my birth mark, so that I could pretend to be you. I miss you a lot of the time, you know that, Sis? You really kept me together.”
My sister and I embraced for what felt like ages, but was only a few minutes before our mother knocked on my door and announced that my sister was soon to be picked up. She giggled like a hyena when my mother walked away, excitedly stammering on and on about how she couldn’t wait to spend the next month or so going to my school, living my life, and getting to relax in all new ways. When I asked her about what I would be doing, she said I would really like the school that I went to and that it was fun to be away from home sometimes. That they had a lot of fun crafts to do there. That I would take clarinet practice, but that she sucked at it anyway, so nothing would really change there when I looked clueless. She told me to enjoy my life and we would go back to normal very soon…but not too soon.
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