We were born into a crowded family
from the same mother and father
but so different from each other.
I had the athletic gene
she had the smart one
but also the stigmatism
and borderline insanity.
Later she said she dreamed of being an only child
had a little alcove tucked away in our closet
where she sipped tea and played with her dolls
uninterrupted from the overwhelming noise
of a family of five girls and five boys
She found comfort in the semblance of calm
isolated in the quiet nest she created.
Her imagination fully expressed
in that fantasy world of her making.
The little ones tried to intrude
but she stopped them from disrupting her solitude.
She sat quietly until they went away
and they never discovered the place she was hiding.
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