I don't recognize her anymore. I don't recognize them. The people that she is seated with. They never sit, they'd rather stand, but seated was how they were posed. Look at those smiles. I don't recognize them. Those eyes shows whispers of what are. They tell the secrets that mom had yelled at me for that one piece of hair that wouldn't lay down. But they don't tell how her brother was the one out of the siblings propped up as the favorite. Or how it a sister wish not to be there but was forced. They don't tell all.
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