Bittersweet memories lead to disdain as my sister once again freezes her family photos on the Facebook screen. I sank bank on the cushion and hugged my cat. When would she realize her constant happiness paraded to all seemed a sadistic trend to some? The perfect mold of family togetherness, the beautiful home, the constant pride of what she beheld–did she even realize her wealth?
My own life similar only to a misconstrued paper airplane, always descending too soon.
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The Bag Lady 
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