She looks exactly like her brother.
Random people stop her on the street
to ask if she is her brother’s sister.
He says he looks exactly like his father,
but she told me today that she and I
look more and more like,
I am not related to his father, but am
related to my brother, and people
stop me on the street to ask if I am
my brother’s sister. When I look
in the mirror I see my sister’s freckles
and my brother’s nose and jaw, which
all goes back to my mother and father.
Her middle name is the same as my
sister and they both have freckles,
but she has my smile, even if she
does not have my name.
No wonder families are so confusing.
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