Forgotten Promises- prologue

On a Sunday evening, two sisters played on the swings in their front yard just before dinner.

Both of them appeared rather young, and they both shared the same long caramel hair, and light green eyes, but differed very much in facial features. Neither a tear nor a wince showed on their faces. They both appeared to be having the time of their lives, giggling every time the swing went down, and screaming when it flew up. "It's your turn to push me now!" the older one ordered. The younger sister, clearly frustrated stomped over, and with all her strength, pushed her sister right off the swing, sending her into the mud.

"How dare you!" She barked.

"You have a mud face now!" she said, not intimidated by the slightest.

Regardless of their quarrel, they both hugged, immediately forgetting the last five seconds they had shared. The sisters shared a very close bond. They did everything together. And they both had planned their double weddings down to the last detail. The reason for them being so close wasn't just because they were sisters, but best friends also.

"Come on, girls! It's time for dinner." A middle aged woman ordered.

The older sister rose up speedily, brushing the dirt off her skirt, and pushing a lock of hair behind her ears. The younger sister followed reluctantly behind. The mother mindfully examined daughters' stained clothing, and then quickly ran them upstairs to change. After they were finished, she rushed them down for supper.

"Dear God, I am thankful for my lovely wife, and beautiful daughters. Please bless this food, amen." The Father prayed.

The father began chewing down large bites of his stake, the Mother and the younger sister proceeded  with same. While the older sister quietly munched down on her broccoli. The sisters held hands up under the table.

"May, we watch the television?" The older sister asked.

"Sure? Why not?" the father said hesitantly. 

The younger sister clapped with excitement, and slowly advanced towards the television. She pressed down at the top of television, allowing it to immediately turn on. On the television, there was a documentary about a young girl who had developed anorexia. A foreign topic to these sisters, especially the youngest.

"Mommy, what's wrong with that girl?" The youngest questioned. The mother desperately turned to the father unsure of what to say.

"Who wants dessert?" the father attempted to change the subject. 

The mother sighed, "She has an eating disorder, which is terrible."

"But isn't that a good thing?" the older sister sister said.

"Not if your unhealthily skinny. It's a very dangerous disease, even more so at your age. It could even kill you." The father said, knowingly touching both of his daughters's soft spots about death.

Long after dinner was finished and the sisters were tucked into bed, the younger sister was still somewhat perplexed, "I don't know how someone could just not eat."

"Sometimes, when you want something so bad, you will do anything for it." The older sister explained.

"Okay, fine. But you have to promise me you won't ever develope an eating disorder." The younger sister said.

"I promise." She said frankly. She reached over and grabbed the cup of water on the night stand. 

It would be almost a decade later until she realized her sister had lied.