Cassie has a theory that we were the same person in our mother’s womb until some unseen force broke us apart. But I don’t buy in to that. In my eyes, Cassie and I were always separate. She was the thriving one. The one our parents looked at with smiles on their faces. She was the one they wanted and planned for. I was always the one behind Cassie. So dim that no one could see me past her shine. The one without a purpose. So small, I was whisked to the NICU as soon as I was born.
Lenora
