Book of Random

Just Some Cheesy Stuff

I entered the apartment quietly. I did not announce my presence, not that it would make any of a difference. Laughter came from the main room, melodious and sweet, but not for me. Still, I drifted toward the sound, to the cramped room, and into the tiny attached kitchenette. As I entered, my mother's eyes flickered toward me for a second, but in a moment, they were back on my sister, who was telling a story to our father. I turned my back on the picturesque scene of a happy family. I had given up on trying long ago. My sister and I can not compare, we are to different to even be thought of from the same mother. Her eyes, clear, Caribbean tides, glittering and vibrant. Her hair, lustrous dark golden, shining brightly against smooth and creamy peach skin. I've not her yellow locks, her clear eyes. My eyes are peculiar and unseemly, one dark chocolate, another cold and icy blue, as if belonging to two different people. Locks the color of soot made my pale skin seem sickly and sallow. How cruel of fate to give such blessings to one, and curses to another. To make a goddess and grant her sister the looks of a pauper. But fate is not the only cruel party. No, but the parents who express their love for my sister over me so clearly. Then again, should they be called cruel? For valuing beauty over ugliness? No, they are like the rest of the world, forever in pursuit of beauty. They are humans to, but I dare call humans cruel for such treatment of one of their own over such a seemingly minuscule topic.