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... > “Margaret, where are my pink shoes?”
“I don’t know. Why don’t you look under your bed?”
This was my sister, Elizabeth.
We had come out of our mother’s womb, one after the other, but I had to bear the name ‘older sister’ because I was born a few seconds earlier. It was very unfair.
Ever since I was a child, no matter what happened, as long as I had a falling out with Elizabeth, I would hear my father or mother say to me, “Margaret, you’re the older sister. You ha ...
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