"[My younger daughter] has dark auburn curls with streaks of burgundy, pale green eyes, deep red lips and a blush to match. She is my Red rose. [My eldest daughter] has blonde hair with streaks in every shade of gold, deep ocean-blue eyes, and a peaches-and-cream complexion. She is my Yellow rose. I could not choose between my two favorite flowers, for each of them possesses a unique and captivating beauty."
It is a story that nearly brought a 16-year-old boy to tears, and has stayed near to the hearts of both me, Yellow, and my little sister, Red. Heaven blessed us with a poet for a mother, and, ironically, a 6'4" red-headed brother in the middle.
These are our stories.
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