I lived in her shadow for too long. She could do nothing wrong. Admired, loved, applauded. Little Miss Perfect.
Me? Ignored, invisible. Unwanted.
Then one day she disappeared. Just like that. I should be sad, she was my sister after all.
Now things have changed. Suddenly I’m needed. After all, I’m all they have.
At last, the sun is shining upon me. The tree that cast the shadow, felled.
What happened to her? Where did she go? Nobody knows.
Actually, that’s not entirely true. One person knows. The lumberjack knows.
And I’ll take my secret to the grave.
Thanks to Rochelle for hosting and to Brenda Cox for the picture.
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