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S
arah hugged me, slowly
rocking side to side. Her
face was pale and a mixture
of mascara and tears painted
abstract lines down her flushed
cheeks. She was quiet, only let-
ting the loud rhythm of her heart-
beat and her quick, sharp breaths
break the thick, foggy silence.
Sarah hugged me, slowly rock-
ing and yet the world was still. I
felt nothing.
Sarah was my sister; she was
beautiful and bright. She un-
derstood the world in ways that
very few people ever will. Every
sound she made was a song;
everything she touched turned to
art. Her dark eyes and hair stood
out, contrasting her pale pigment
and creating a dramatic beauty
that every girl lusted for. She was
tall and thin, with a slim figure
that boys admired. I was none the
same; I was curvy, a bit pudgy,
with gold undertones in my skin,
gold eyes and golden hair. I was
one of those girls you look at
once, then let fade to the corners
of your mind. I was always for-
gotten, but Sarah never was.
She was always there for me,
and this time was no exception.
She loved me despite the fact I
had not always been her sister.
The family says I am a blessing
to them, that they had always
wanted just one more daughter.
They say God put me in that
orphanage near them to be the
last little part of their family, that
it was all a heaven-sent. I say
there is nothing blessed about the
way my parents died and if there
is a God, He should find me. I
thought about it, I thought hard,
and I still felt nothing.
“Belle, honey, you need to let
your emotions out. Please, sis,
please show something.
You can’t hold this in forever,”
She hugged me tighter and I said
nothing. I could feel her heart
beat quicken, her face grew
In Pursuit of Peace
By Morgan Tighe