Something Like Elena
I say, softly but firm
Elena doesn’t believe me. She dives into her pile of presents, digging through the boxes and ribbons, expecting to find something from Mom and Dad meant for me. But there’s nothing. Meanwhile, Mom had gifted her an expensive set of brushes for her hair, along with a heartfelt note, poetic, warm, gushing about how she was their light in the darkness .
I guess that makes me the darkness .
“Mom!” Elena pushes forward, striding across the floor with confidence, disappointment thick in her voice. I trail after her like the shadow I always am. “ Did you forget to get a gift for Esmeray? ”
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