They called her the girl with the big ears, though they didn't call her that to her face. That is, not to her ears. Not exactly. Not intentionally. They were sitting in the cafeteria—one line of ... [+]
I don't recommend it. You might wind up like me, with spiders on your lips, crawling out like words. I never meant to offend. I just never understood how the other one, my sister, got everyone to smile at her. She was nothing to look at. I stood her up side by side with me, our faces next to each other in the one small mirror. Plain and brown-haired, oh! The freckles! Yet, the very birds would come down to take crumbs from her hand. I could not understand it. When she came back from winter's house, rubies falling from her mouth and telling that tale, I thought, At last. Here is something I can