by HelluvaGirl

She comes back rarely and pretty much hates it: her strapless tops and skimpy jackets are not suited for the weather so she gets a cold every time. The people at her side of the globe are much warmer, and Lithuanian food makes her fat.

Not sure what was different this time – me or her, but there were phrases like “so good to be home”, “you are the people I feel safe with” and “maybe I should just move here and work as a secretary”. Could be her growing up; could be me learning to accept my sister the way she is.

She’s wearing Zara jeans, Gucci shades and the rest from Mango.

Photo: mine.