For my whole life, I have never thought of my older sister as being anything other than beautiful.
The name Carmen means "song", and that's how I think of her - beautiful, free and full of meaning, just like all the best music.
So why can't other people see her the way I see her?
Just because she looks different to them.
They think it's funny... They have no idea.
"Ewww! You're so fat! Eat less!" They say, but because of them, she doesn't eat at all.
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We Never Forget.
Short Story*TRIGGER WARNING* When you look at an elephant, what do you see? Powerful tusks, strong skin and a frame that dominates every other creature around it. But look again. Look at its eyes. Can you see the reflections of experience? The sights that won'...
