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Rosella

I remember back when I was four, I loved to tease everyone which resulted in me getting trouble for my actions.

My twin -- Arabella, had a very weak body. She was never allowed to play with the kids that used to roam around in the park.

Her depressed face was something I got used to back than.

But one thing was sure that we had the songs we sang along too. The riddles we used to read from the books. The playful dances that brought a wide laugh on her face.

Sometimes mother used to hit me whenever she saw Arabella laying on the floor out of exhaustion.

She was always her favorite. The type of favorite where you could abandon the other with your eyes closed, no guilt, nothing.

The sadness that creeps within you is just unnecessary. No one cares but your very own self.

Her fragile figure had made her into the sweet innocent kid that never talked back.

She was the example of a living doll.

Her life wasn't hers.

Her needs were never fulfilled.

Sighing, I leaned back on the bench. C