Melissa's POVI've always hated my sister.Since we were kids.Why? Probably because I noticed, starting from elementary school, that she was always surrounded by people—boys and girls alike. She'd stand in the middle of them, laughing softly.Then she'd notice me and wave me over. "Melissa, come here."The others would turn and look at me, their eyes widening with surprise.I'd walk over, and she'd pull a piece of candy from her pocket. "Strawberry, your favorite. I saved it for you."I'd take it, happy.Then one of the girls next to her would chime in, "Carol's so thoughtful—she remembers everyone's favorites!"My smile would freeze.Why?She was my sister. Why did she have to be good to everyone?Shouldn't she be the best to me?I'd turn and walk away. Behind me, I'd catch fragments of their chatter: "That's your sister? She's so pretty!" "Like a doll..." "Yeah, those big eyes, that pale skin..."I never heard my sister's reply.Around the corner, I'd toss that strawberry candy stra
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