They could have been twins, with their blonde hair, and fair complexions. My father was judgemental and only talked to me when he felt like punishing me. She had an eye for beauty, whether in other women, or in nature, and she was able to capture it with a lense. My Mom was so distant she felt like a stranger. She splashed me, giggling with glee, and my somber mood broke, just like that. I was taught to bow, and she would curtsy. Both of them shared dazzling green eyes that sometimes changed to blue. Tante Belle fussed over me a lot the first few days, changing my bandages on my wrists, ensuring I was comfortable. Would it feel fake and oddly fleshy like this? Had she seen my erection? My intrigue piqued, I noticed that the cabin was being lived in. But instead of criticizing me, or pointing out my foolish and childlike behavior, tears began to stream down her face. The first drawer I popped open was full of lacy underwear. My father was judgemental and only talked to me when he felt like punishing me.
