Then Deanna came. The beautiful angel who had blue eyes and rosy pink lips that always smiled! Everyone raved about her beauty and taffy white hair that Mom kept in ringlets.
As much as I adored Deanna, she was a thorn to my ego. I was 7 years old. No longer did anyone tell me I was pretty and want to pet me. I was replaced by this shiny fairy doll who always laughed ad made hearts light.
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