I found the tube of lipstick in the bag of my makeup that my mom lets my sisters play with. Vintage wine, I thought, Sounds like something Audrey would wear.

My father says my lips look like my grandfather's, even though I've never seen him [and I don't think my dad does either] my dad insists that I got them from him, and how they're full just like his and shaped the same way.

Once, I was almost asleep laying next to my baby sister and she was tracing my lips with her finge rand stroking them. They make me feel beautiful. She makes me feel beautiful. Usually, when we're together, people say how darling and absolutely adorable she is, then they go on to say how much we look alike.