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Her hair was wavy, long and silvery blonde, and her eyes, wide and almond shaped, were an emerald green.
“Mother?” I uttered softly.
I wanted her back. It was no use mentioning it to her. She would always respond in some snobbish way, telling me that I needed to quit acting childish.
“Morning, Miss Madeleine.” she smiled, once getting to my room.
“Well…” I paused, thinking of the dream
Her hair was wavy, long and silvery blonde, and her eyes, wide and almond shaped, were an emerald green. She was looking at me kindly with her soft, pale face.
There was a time when Helena and I were friends,
Her hair was wavy, long and silvery blonde, and her eyes, wide and almond shaped, were an emerald green. She was looking at me kindly with her soft, pale face. I stared at the woman in disbelief.
It was one of the most terrible experiences of my life, something that would cause me too much pain to recount.
“Mother, I need you stay. Right now, I need you more than ever.”
“Remember what I told you. You are a strong person. You’ll be able to get through this. It’s time for me to go now, unfortunately.”
“No, Mother!” I cried, tears welling up in my eyes. “Don’t go!” I grabbed onto her arm, but she broke herself free from my grasp, and disappeared into a white expanse.
“Mother!”
Madeleine, don’t even try, because you just can’t. Madeleine, it’s my final word. Madeleine, don’t you ever do that without my permission again. Then, there was the phrase I heard the most, the phrase that rang in my mind over and over, with much more force and anger every time it was said – Madeleine, be more like your sister. Madeleine, be more like your sister.
...long and silvery blonde, and her eyes, wide and almond shaped, were an emerald green. She was looking at me kindly with her soft, pale face. I stared at the woman in disbelief."
“Mother?” I uttered softly.
“Madeleine, it’s me.”
I beamed excitedly. As far as I was concerned, she was dead – taken by a mysterious attack on her heart when I was twelve. I knew, because I had seen her death myself. It was one of the most terrible experiences of my life, something that would cause me too much pain to recount. Was she really here? Maybe I was dreaming. But even if I was, I didn’t want to dwell on it too long. My mother was right before me, and I wanted to make the most of it. A huge smile leaped across my face as I ran forward to hug her.
She chucked quietly
“Mother, I need you stay. Right now, I need you more than ever.”
“No, Mother!” I cried, tears welling up in my eyes. “Don’t go!” I grabbed onto her arm, but she broke herself free from my grasp, and disappeared into a white expanse.
It was too hard for me, considering the parent I had left to raise me; my controlling, bitter father
Madeleine, don’t even try, because you just can’t. Madeleine, it’s my final word. Madeleine, don’t you ever do that without my permission again
and proper and snobby sister.
My father played the favorites game very strongly, making it very obvious that it was Helena. She loved it, too. She loved all the attention. She did as best she could to live up to her status, and when she did, she always rubbed it in my face. Sometimes I couldn’t believe that we were twins.
The tears poured down even more.
unless being grown up meant that you lost all of your sense of humor.
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