In Her (Mismatched) Shoes

If you know me, you might just feel like you know my family. I can’t help it. You might also know that my sister Lara and I differ in more ways than one. Despite my mother’s brief interest in matching outfits (the palazzo pants, the vests, the white flowered hats a la Blossom), I am into black on black while she rocks colour and tons of shine.

Years ago on vacation we participated in the hotel’s karaoke night. I stood tall and softly sang along to a song I already knew, “Top of the World” by The Carpenters. She rocked out to the Spice Girls’ “Wannabe.” That’s my sister.

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