I and my sister are fraternal twins.

We don't look alike at all.

Since we were young, Mom often said I was ugly, not even one-thousandth as pretty as my sister.

On my tenth birthday, Aunt sent two princess dresses from abroad.

As soon as the package was opened, my sister cheered and pounced on them.

She exclaimed, "I know, the sea-blue one is Cinderella's dress, and the goose-yellow one is Belle's dress!"

Mom smiled and asked, "Sweetie, which one do you want to try on first?"

My sister tried on the blue one first, then took it off and tried on the yellow one.

She lifted the skirt, giggling as she twirled in front of the mirror.

Mom snapped a few photos, impatiently saying, "Little sister, move aside a bit."

I hurriedly stepped back, but too quickly, and banged my knee hard on the coffee table, gasping in pain.

After the photos, my sister bit her finger, reluctantly looking at the blue dress.

But she quickly turned away, seeming to have made up her mind.

After all, Aunt had clearly said on the phone, one dress for each of us.

So, limping, I walked over and gently touched the blue dress.

The fabric of the skirt was smooth and cool.

My palms were sweaty and hot.

In a few days, it would be Children's Day, and all the kids would wear their prettiest dress.

In previous years, I was always the only one in a T-shirt and pants.

This year, I could also wear a dress.

Aunt is really nice!

Suddenly, Mom snatched the dress from my hand.

She frowned and muttered, "Little sister is too dark, blue doesn't look good on her."

With that, she folded the clothes and put them in a bag.

A few days later, my sister, as the lead singer, participated in the city's children's choir competition.

She wore that blue dress.