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though mother says that there is no special one amidst the three, one stands alone, almost untouchable--- though scalding hot boiling water buckets of punishment have poured down upon the heads of the other two, every which way along the distinctly different paths, one flower stays in the sun, growing & developing be her/him cuter, smarter, more talented, or conversely the liar, the cheater, the thief, the killer & still the comfortable pats on the back rain down creating tension amongst the other two & throwing gas on the fire of sibling rivalry between them--- competing for the attention that the third only seems to gain, the battle rages on, throughout the lives of the three, constantly trying to one-up each other, the two whose light simply wasn’t catered too in the same manner, attempt to tear each other into shreds for the chance to step over their mutual sister/brother in hopes of feeling better & in the last rash attempt to not pass along the bad habit to their own kids.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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