There’s a crack in the playroom wall. She speaks from the sliver. To her, I was the stillborn twin.
One day we bash it open. I yank her through.
She falls to the floor of her bedroom, beside her brother.
Mom enters. The crack is gone.
Here, we both survived.
Here we play together.
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