Everyone says that my sister and I look a lot alike. I can remember when I was little, she and I went to the zoo wearing the same clothes, our hair up the same way. Passerby stopped, stared, and whispered, saying 'They're twins! Identical twins!' My mother would politely reply, 'No, they're not. They're only 18 months apart'.
It is true- my sister is younger than I, born on a cold February night in 2001. Her name would be Zola Mae, Zoe for short. She was named after my mother's aunt and father's mother. Forever she would be a child of the snow, preferring the winter season of all others. However, her being a child of snow never entitled her to it- Zoe is wary of snow. When we were younger, she would get nauseated just by looking at it.
I remember Zoe being a quiet, difficult child. She never cried or mumbled baby-nonsense, and instead sat around with a blank, haunting expression. Her eyes were big and blue with long, brown lashes