It felt like my heart stalled for a moment."What does that mean?" I asked.Mom hurried over, grabbed my arm, and pulled me toward the door. "Ignore her. Who knows what she's talking about? She probably mistook us for some other family."I planted my feet firmly and refused to move. After looking at the clothes I had just changed out of, I looked at Cheryl's outfit.The two outfits were identical in style and color. Even the logo on the chest matched exactly. I reached out and touched the fabric of Cheryl's sleeve. The material was soft, thick, and warm. Then I touched my own clothes. The fabric was thin and coarse, almost scratchy against my skin.The two outfits looked identical, but the quality was worlds apart.All these years, whenever Mom and Dad bought us clothes, they told me Cheryl and I were getting the same thing. Yet my clothes always wore out quickly, and whenever I put them on, my skin itched and felt uncomfortable.In that moment, I realized why.I looked up at
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