Sister #2

So, Z is my oldest-younger sister. She is fabulous, into style stuff, and SUPER girly. All kind of surprising considering she was a malnourished Ethiopian. But she is my sis and has taken the expensive clothing and looks as part of herself. My other sister, Shiloh, HATES everything girly. She would much rather dress like Dad, see below, and Shi, Dad and I hang out all the time. Magazines speculated that she might be bi or bi-curious, but she just likes Dad. I like Dad too. Dad took me to the park and the Super Bowl - but I wasn't dressed just like him so it didn't raise a commotion. Well, World, Shiloh isn't loved more because she is Dad's little clone. She is just the same as everyone else. Maybe even considered not as special because she has always been of privilege. Sometimes, looking back, I think that Mom and Dad tried to spend less time with them (Shi and the twins) because they had no disadvantages ever. Well, after being adopted, I had no real disadvantages and I don't remember those that I did have. Mom takes us all on trips to make sure we know what the world is like - the worlds we came from. She makes sure that Shi and the twins see it. We all are shuttled to crazy places like Iraq and Africa, but I am supposed to be empathetic and a symbol for the people... Like, look! This kid was one of you and now he is helping you. Shiloh is considered just another American girl, a rich American. Mom hates that. That is why she has raised us to be aware of all the heartbreak and tragedies in the world. It was mostly depressing, but we always got it. We are lucky. But so is Shiloh. And she just happens to like dressing like Dad. Get over it, she is a lucky girl.