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not right
I stare at my sister and try to imagine all the pain she’s endured.
And here I thought I’d gotten the raw deal.
To lose your pups. To wander alone. To struggle for every drop of water,
every crumb of food.
I mean, I experienced a little of that. But Ivan and Stella kept me going. And
then Julia and her family.
Why me? What’s so special about me?
Is it really that I’m more resilient? That I’ve made my own luck?
Am I somehow better than Boss? More deserving?
“It’s not right,” I blurt. “Not right you shoulda had it worse than me.”
“Well, if you want to talk about ‘not right,’ you and I both had it a whole lot
better than our siblings,” Boss says.
“I will never forgive those people for what they did to us,” I say through
clenched jaws.
“Really?” Boss seems surprised. “If I held on to that much anger, I’d never
get out of bed. Not that I’ve ever had a real bed.” She sniffs at the towel
beneath her feet. “This towel’s kinda nice, actually.”
I look at her in disbelief. “You’re one of those? Those ‘dogs must forgive no
matter what’ types?”
She almost looks amused. “Well, it is kind of our thing, right?”