Before I was born, my sister was the princess of the house. She was nine when I popped on the scene and she turned into a sullen, angry child and later an unhappy adult. I was 22 before she forgave me for living.




My sister was 12 years old in this photograph and had just been confirmed in the Methodist Church in our town on Long Island. I think she looks so beautiful. By the time she got to be 15 though, she didn't want to go to church anymore. So my mother said that she'd then have to prepare the Sunday midday meal, so that she wouldn't be idle. We had GREAT dinners- she turned out to be a super cook, much better than mom.


submitted by Betsi Meissner
Tucson, Arizona, USA

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