My messy bun

When I ask one about her task completion, she is not bothered but adds that the other has not done. Oh! my daughters! I make angry faces to imitate them. They laugh at it and say comparing is fun. When I raise my eyebrow to question that, we laugh, for each of us knows that most of the time, the fun would turn into words shot with an angry gun.

a bud and a bloom tangled

in another’s stalk

sibling rivalry —

how we love

pointing at the other!