leticia tibideaux | d10 | FIN
Jan 18, 2015 9:28:35 GMT -5
Post by D6f Carmen Cantelou [aza] on Jan 18, 2015 9:28:35 GMT -5
l e t i c i a t i b i d e a u x
DISTRICT TEN SEVENTEEN ODAIR
MY SISTER'S body is slim and untouched. She's naturally perfect in the eye of others, but I know her imperfections. Her eyes are so welcoming and warm, I often lose myself staring into them. They're bright and blue, lighter nearer the pupil, gradually darkening as the colour bleeds into the outline of the iris. But her bold eyes don't tell the full story, they paint half a picture and leave it unfinished.
Her hair is straw-like and sits like a wig on top of her head. It's not like mine. Her's can get greasy and brittle if not taken care of. It's a dirty blonde colour, with darker roots that grow longer into her lighter colour. As it curves around her face, you might notice that she has a pointed chin, quite like mine. Her cheeks are dotted with random freckles which come alive upon her revealing a smile. Her frame is thin and delicate. I find myself worrying about her, but she's very good at convincing me she's fine.
Unlike me, she has a stone heart. Able to fight on through anything. I can't remember when I last saw a tear drip and drop down her cheek. When something hits hard, she sucks it up and gets on. She shows emotion, just not the soppy kind. Her smile is beautiful, but I can never tell if it's true or not. Whether she's smiling to hide a sick truth, or smiling because she's expressing her real happiness. It's confusing for me.
However, she lacks the intelligence which I hold. She's never been the brightest spark - she's like a broken lighter whereas I'm the dancing flame. Her lack of intelligence is her downfall. She's slow at times and has to think things over multiple times before composing herself and giving a speech. It pains me to see her struggle and try to be successful because she puts in so much effort just to be axed back down because her explanation is wrong.
The reason I love her so much is the respect she has for everyone around her. No matter what they've done and who they are: she manages to pick out the best in them and make them feel loved. She's exceptionally good at reading people, telling if they're upset, angry or whatnot. I have the same trait, although she does with such accuracy and gentleness that makes her one of a kind. Sometimes I think she's too kind for her own good.
I remember the first time she told us that she saw things differently. I don't understand how a person can live a life for fourteen years and not tell their own family that they are different and see like an animal - in black and white. I don't like thinking that she can only see in such depressing shades when there is a world of vibrance and radiant colours everywhere you look. She's learnt how to identify some colours, however she often gets them wrong. I told you her eyes painted half a picture. Their beauty is deceiving.
When she was little, she developed a love for words and reading. Every single book we owned was read by her by the time she was twelve years old. My parents and I were confused about how this didn't affect her lack of intelligence, but we don't like to bring it up with her. She used to write her own stories to read to some younger children in the district - they were simple and that was the elegance of them.
She used to be a problem child. She'd be the one to argue and answer back to our parents - but she stopped so suddenly. She's very difficult to understand, my sister, because she never lets you in. She'll always be there for you but she never tells you how she's feeling. I'd love for her to tell me why she changed her attitude and behavior when she did, and why she did - but she doesn't even tell me. She's a mystery. But a mystery I'm willing to solve.
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