Won’t you be proud of me now that I’ve finally taken your advice: live dangerously for once in your life!
Mom said someday you’d regret being so mean, and we’d realize how lucky we were because a sister is a friend for life.
Mom was an only child.
And you, my no-longer twin. We both still have blue eyes. We’re both still a perfect size six. But about that long blonde hair?
Tell Mom: Don’t go in the bathroom. I’m not used to clippers yet. There may be a bit of a mess.
You’ll see for yourself when you wake up.