ALICE
The sun warms my face and makes my hair look like a bright flame , the other kids tease me for it , but I like it , and my mommy says it's different, “ Different is not the same as bad , sometimes being different is better than being like everyone else, ” she says whenever I come home crying because some of the kids in the park made fun of me , or pulled my hair too hard when Poppy wasn't looking.
Poppy spends a lot of time with me , more than mom , but Poppy is not like mom , she is not my sister , she doesn't even look like me , her colors are different and she says it is because she is seasoned and I came into the world still raw ; I don't understand her when she talks to me like that , but it must be funny because she laughs a lot when she says it.
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