Ohhh sister
One of my first memories is staring into the face of a girl with one crooked eye and a twisted grimace. She was always mysterious to me. The others, who had straight smiles and round eyes, seemed to be easy to read. Her happiness or sadness could not be made clear by her expression, yet I learned to read her better than anyone in my family could. Isabelle is four years older than me, but as an adult, when I think of that small difference in age it seems incredible that the difference in our age...