I can never appreciate enough the fact that Dee has left the house. My whole life, I felt like I was the ugly one, the lowest of the family, the shadow behind Dee; the precious perfect child everyone wanted their child to be like. Even when we were tiny babies, she would always be the one pushing me around and calling me names. From very young, Dee ruled the world.
However as we started hitting puberty and starting become mature, Dee changed in the way I feared, she grew to think that the whole world was balanced on the tip of her finger; everything she wanted would be given to her on a gold platter. After sending her to the school in Augusta, she seemed to believe her outlook even more. Now that I think about it, it’s absurd that I would even raise money for Dee, while hating her so much. However, I can look back on my life and name more than a hundred things that I’ve done that seem zany.
When I heard Dee was coming back to visit, I can promise you it was not the most pleasing sight. I locked myself in my room for one whole day, staring at the ceiling while dreaming, and pretending to sleep when mother came to check on me. Finally, out of hunger I went out, stuffed some snacks into my pocket, grabbed my dinner plate and sprinted upstairs. Surprisingly, I did not spilling anything in the process of running. A day before Dee came home, mother and I mowed the lawn and got our ducks in a row.
The moment Dee came into view, I had the urge to dash into the house; which I tried but failed because mother caught me. When we greeted Dee, she had changed her name, into something like Mango. She had actually changed quite a lot and had finally, finally thought more about our heritage, and other things that weren’t related to appearance. I’m ashamed to say this, but I actually like this new Dee, or should I say Wangro.