My sister was the smart one. I was the slow one.My parents always talked about her all the time. She wnet to a really great high school. I did not go to a really great high school. You had to be smart to get into a special high school. My parents alwats spoke about her. My name was never mento No one asked me what I want to be when I grow up. She was a teacher at that time, She was going to mary a denist to be. My parents didn't talk about me. Because there was nothing to talk about.So to me I was a nobody.written and posted 4/18/11

susan Garelick

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