One of a Kind
A short story about a girl who loses her sister.
Kasey would always brush her curly fro back and slick it down. Her puff was so full and thick and larger than her own small noggin. I had the same noggin, a small head, with coarse, porous black hair. I usually wore two puffs, so that others could tell us apart.
Our eyes were the same shape and color, an oak brown. We spent countless hours pointing out the tiny differences that existed between us. Our skin was usually the same tone, a walnut brown, the only true differences would come when one of us spent too much time under the…