Because they didn’t experience love the same way.
They measured “enough” differently.
The rivalry was subtle at first.
- Stephanie interrupted. Ruth waited.
- Stephanie asked. Ruth hoped.
- Stephanie assumed. Ruth wondered.
Teachers praised Stephanie’s confidence and Ruth’s kindness.
But kindness is quiet, isn’t it?
Easier to overlook when confidence is standing right beside it, waving its hand in the air.
As teenagers, their rivalry grew teeth.
Fights over clothes, friends, attention.
I told myself it was normal sister stuff.
But sometimes, after slammed doors and long silences, it felt like something toxic was under the surface.
Like an abscess waiting to burst.
And then prom arrived.
And it burst.
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