Not This Family

I did not belong in this family. Their ideas are foreign to me, and I to them. The weird part is, my identical twin fits in well. She and Mommy love to cook, clean, sew, and gossip. There is almost nothing I would rather do. So I spend my life traveling through books as a pirate. My Daddy is never home, but when he is, I love it. He is smiling and laughing, telling us stories of his exploits. He is a pirate going town to town, selling things to non-pirates. They think he is a Fuller Brush Salesman, but I know better. Pirates know pirates. I catch his eye, and I wish I was a boy. Boys don’t have to cook or clean or bake or do that junk. And boys get to yell their answers in class without detention. Being a girl is horrible until we put on plays. Then I get to be Captain Hook and Peter Pan, while my twin stays resolutely in her stupid Wendy dress only wanting to be a girl. God only knows why.