Dee is a beautiful attractive girl with lovely asset's lighter than I was and with much more fuller hair, I felt as if I was always known as the homely unattractive sister. About Ten twelve years ago I got burned in a house fire leaving burned marks and scars, and those reason contributed to the fact of why I always felt insecure around Dee and in general.

I was getting tiered of waiting for Dee's arrival, so I decided to go inside, and by a flick of an eye, there was Dee arriving in a fancy car, As I attempt to make a dash for the house in My shuffling way Momma waved her hand over me and said “Come back it here" in a calm but sturdy kind of voice. I must admit She made quite an entrance. It was hard to see Dee clearly through the sun and that bright big yellow dress even made it more complicated, she stepped out of the car and imediately I know that it was Dee.

She had a man friend with her that that was short and stocky AMD goes by the name of Hakeem O barber

"Hello,Momma " said Dee in a calmful voice, "How you doing Maggie" she said in a lower but

All morning I helped Mama clean the yard. It's funny how much time we spend preparing for Dee to come, but it never seems good enough for her. Maybe this time I won't be so nervous, and I will be able to speak my mind. Hopefully we can get along better then our relationship that we had before. But a lot of things changed after our old house got caught on fire. And i hope we can get to talk more.

There is one problem i have with her she always reading to mom and I. Since she reads to up she thinks she is more educated then me.

Dee is almost here, I asked mom how do i look she said i look great. I have on a bright yellow and green dress. Some people don't like when i wear bright colors.

Dee hate when I where bright clothes. So i only where it to upset her.

Mom is so excited she made all of Dee' favorite food. I wish when i go away to college and come back I hope mom do the same for me as well. Beep !! Beep!! And hear a girl voice saying im home.

Dee finally shows up. S

I smooth out my clothes and walk quietly and slowly to Mama. " How do I look mama?", I asked quietly. I was wearing a pink skirt and a red blouse. " Come out into the yard," Mama said. I walked very slowly out

Growing up I was always somewhat jealous of Dee...she was prettier, smarter, braver, bolder, more determined and basically everything I wished I could somehow be.

I stood in the bedroom contemplating what I should wear. But then I realised that no matter what I chose I'd never compare to her beauty. 

So I settled for pink skirt and red blouse; however, my insecurities emerged and they clouded my mind with doubt like a thick heavy fog and my crippling shyness also reared its ugly head. 

So I shuffled slowly out to mama, to see if she approved of my chosen outfit. I'm not quite sure she saw me at first, as she was staring into space (daydreaming) , probably about Dee, when I arrived and I may have accidentally but purposely hidden myself partially. Yet still I called out " How do I look mama?"

I changed my name because Dee was a name after the people who oppress me. Wangro Leewanika Kemanjo is better and Asalamakim thinks so too. I'm also coming back for my grandmothers handmade quilts. She past while I was away. I have heard she taught Maggie how to sew too.

Mama always thought I hated Maggie and she was right. The fire I started made her look even ugly. i didn't mean for her to burn but she did. My figure and everything else was always better than hers or look more prettier. I was suppose to be the only child. Maggie seems scared of me and I want her to be.

When Mama said i couldn't have the quilts, it made me want to burn down this house. Maggie knows how to make more quilts and she wasn't going to do anything with them. "I hate Maggie more now". Mama probably felt sorry she didn't have nothing cause she's too ugly. Me and Asalamakim is never coming back to visit!

The funny thing about my sister Dee, Mama and I spend hours and hours decorating so the house can look good to her. One think about Dee is that she never appreciate all the hard work that Mama and I did for her. From now on I will not do things, so she can appreciate me, but I will do what I think is best for me.

I know that Dee looks better than me and I have scars, but all this does not matter to me now because my sister never appreciate me. Dee always care about herself and she did not really care about family.

I think my sister is really spoiled and nobody really said no to her. That is why she is the way she is now. She get what she wants often. She can choose any cloth to wear often. She don't even want to bring her friend to our house because she said the house was too far for her, but to me is a lie. But Mama and I are comfortable the way we are living. I was glad that Mama don't really have any feeling about the way Dee will view the house. Mama is a very strong woman who works like a man. Anyway Dee views the house, I don't care, because if see want to do it the way she likes, she should fix the house in her own perfection.

Anyway , Mama and I were preparing because of Dees visit . Dee was never satisfied with anything we have tried to do for her so hopefully she's satisfied today . Wee to be honest I really don't care about how Dee feels . Just knowing Mama has raised us to the best of her ability and knowing she tried but Dee have not appreciated anything Mama did for her hurts . I can understand how mama feels without being in her shoes . So just this last time I want to make everything nice and presentable so Dee can be impressed and Mama will feel more good about her work .

Moreover , that afternoon when Dee arrived , she had brought a guess over with her . Good thing we made sure the house was looking good .

" Hello Mama .. Dee "

Mama and I cleaned out the yard yesterday just for her.Dee is my older sister, the pretty one. She is beautiful: her hair is perfect, has nice complexion, nice body, and perfect teeth. Unlike I, I'm the ugly one. I have a dark complexion, and I have burnt scars down arms and legs from the fire that happened long ago.

I wonder if she comes if she will say something nice about me. She never does. I am wearing a pink shirt and a red blouse, I wonder what she'll say.

I went out to the yard will Mama and sat next to her.

" Mama, what time is Dee going to come?" I softly asked.

" I don't know baby girl. We just have to wait.

" Does she have any friends Mama?"

" I wonder the same thing"

Mama and I never saw Dee's friends. We always wonder if she had any. It's either she has no friends or she's ashamed of us and she doesn't want to bring her friends around us. She is always complaining about the way me and Mama lives.

Waiting on Dee's arrival I was thinking about Mama.Mama is a big boned women with a dark complexion. She wears overalls in the daylight and nightgowns to bed. Everyday she work and work like man Those big rough hands that she has work mercilessly like a man. I love Mama she is my only bestfriend I can ever asked for.

If anything happen to Mama I will go right along with her.

*Beep Beep*

She's here.

    Every afternoon, mama and I swept the clay ground clean, then laid upon the cool, heavy breeze from the elm tree. All day, we spent in our own woman cave. Admiring such peace of nature, with a glass of lemonade, I often heard Dee reading such own fashioned, loathing words without acknowledging she might have been describing us. Mama herself didn't understand and I wasn't too average to comprehend  the days society held us hostage as "inferior". The rewriting of their constitution was to their advantage and neither one of us. Equal but separate wasn't enforced neither our cultural stimulation. We never talked about ancient days since, the change yet to come but instead mama lived. She always would sing " The glory of God" as she pulled weeds  from her vegetables. We were taught from a tender age how to plant and harvest a agricultural background, Dee soon had looked over her shoulder at. "Which side would I have chosen", I asked myself. My day consisted of crocheting sweaters with mama and working in the fields. It seemed worth it.                                                                  Nobody, I could think of could have been accustomed to her sense of living. I looked forward to her on the hill. A procedure to butcher: tie the goat's feet on the branch on a leveled branch, place a white bucket under his head, the striking cry didn't matter, instead it made her eager, I closed my eyes to the stoop she made along with a huge swing to decapitate. A hard working man didn't  have her level of maturity of butchering. Dee and I both loved her physically strong and sturdy. I always taught the look on her face wanted more from Dee. Maybe a working day with her in the field would be nice. And I taught I was more of her child. Since, she had adopted a life of her own in beauty and education an overall acceptance.                                                      The hazard of fire diffusion lead to my ugly hair+ ugly face+ ugly skin tone+ ugly body+ ugly self worth. And Dee differed from what I was. That's what the rabid disaster felt me. A difference and complete insecurity within . Going to church was apart of my brought up. Coming home was distress to see the children's piercing eyes and the commotion of giggle felt me have dead. And one day I looked to mama  and said "how come I " and she suddenly picked up on my speech and interrupted with her quoting "birds of  different flock migrate to different places". So of course I grew in jealously and lots of insecurity.                     We spent all day in a courage to impress. So need I , but not enough determination , my self esteem clung me behind the scenes not even mama could see my bright colors. Why did I even think to wear bright colors when I'm already much irrelevant. The day of my sister will be visiting couldn't be worst. I was pressured, my mind was never at ease. It was contemplated to just lie down in distress. She was more like caution to my body. Nothing seemed wonderful for such a new day. So my heart poundered like I was running from way behind time. I wondered if had got smarter, or even more beautiful something I couldn't have stand to see. It somewhat made me  crawl inside to a point that I was at the edge. She  arrived in style and so I hid behind mama what else could I have expected I taught to myself. She seemed even more delightful along with a friend. She  greeted us with a new persona Wangero , I couldn't even think. She chased towards the things mama had and for what I taught. I stumbed upon talking about the background history but it didn't even matter. The quits seemed like the main topic but I wasn't even bold enough to stand up for what was mine. I  stood behind doors wondering and a bit puzzled and angry. She got everything in life , and I  deserved nothing n quilts. I couldn't stand her tempted eager I was boiled over once again only giving her the quilts could be bursting of my mind. Futhermore, I was shocked to mama's conclusion but was warm inside. She left in anger I and I was relieved when she left.