A few years later, a photo of my sister wearing a princess dress was posted by my mother in a response on Zhihu.

The question was, "How big can the gap in appearance be between fraternal twins?"

In the photo, my sister, wearing a yellow princess dress, had a beautiful smile.

In the corner, I was wearing a deformed old T-shirt, hunched over with a twisted expression.

Because just seconds before, I had hurriedly dodged my mother's scolding and bumped my knee, causing pain.

The identity of being twins made the contrast between beauty and ugliness even more cruel.

Someone commented, "Your sister has such a good temperament, so graceful and confident, while you have a more homely look."

My mother replied, "Yes, that's why can you blame me for showing favoritism?"

I came across this comment and reply, feeling both desolate and amused.

Mother, so you've always known that you favored one of us.

You dislike my sharp eyebrows, dislike my small mouth, and feel that I lack the feminine grace. When others praise my air of elegance, you instinctively scoff.

But can't you see that I am the one who looks like you?