From the Shadows

What do you do when you have two toddlers - both identical, tuffs of blond hair with beautiful eyes that mirror the seasons? One pair an elegant green, like her father's - the man who raped her mother, creating this problem in the first place, one pair blue like her mother's - amiable and vulnerable. Both turning grey with the upcoming winter. The summer happiness a vague memory, the strident winter coming. So, I ask again, what do you do when you have two identical girls, one you can't afford? You'd abandon one - killing them, as everyone knows they won't survive the winter cold. But which one? The angel that mirrors you in every way possible or the other one. The one who reminds you of the one person that stole everything away from you. You choose.