Snow Days with a Side of Anxiety

Twins,

In the eyes of anyone else, they were a blessing; a gift from high above.
Something precious that should be cherished for as long as they're with you.

That would be the normal response at least.

But, since when was your mother ever considered "normal?"

Your mother looked down at the two bundles of joy in her arms with red calculating eyes, like she was focusing on a particularly hard math problem.

And then, she made her choice.

One of the girls' would be pampered and brought up to be nothing but perfect.

While the other...

got to sit in a room to her own thoughts, alone.

Because in her mothers eyes, she would accomplish nothing,

she was worth nothing,

and she deserved nothing...