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In another block the gates of the zoo loomed large, ten feet tall and wrought iron; made to impress the masses a century earlier. Sophie pulled out her phone. No new texts. She sighed and put it back in her pocket. Lacy was popping up and down, tugging on her gloved hand. She bent down to Lacy's height. “It's so cold and rainy, how about we go grab a warm drink and a cookie? We can go see a movie?” Lacy's face fell faster than a loaf removed from the oven too soon. Her bottom lip jutted out into the swirl of icy raindrops. Now that her hair was soaked and plastered flat to her bright jacket she was a picture of misery, nothing at all like the girl she had collected from her mother an hour before. She bit her lip, this was one crazy-ass day to take a kid to the zoo. Before the tears began she smiled despite her feelings, “Just kiddin' kiddo! Lets see some lions!” Lacy's face split a grin and she tugged toward the kiosk.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 14, 2014.
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My sister has needs, many of them. For the most part I've always worked hard to make her happy, she's the older one and so my teenage idol in many ways. She did everything first, cut her own path, she didn't listen to Mom or Dad one bit and I thought it was great. Now that we're adults though, our lives have separated in too many ways. I had kids and she didn't, I earn more and she bounces along on a string of jobs, none of them lasting more than a few months. After every break up she comes to my door, day or night, drunk. Between jobs she hits me up for cash, for groceries or rent. Then when she's flush again I never see a cent back, like I'm her personal ATM. I never minded too much, well not for a while, but when I needed her help she was never "available." No matter how desperate I was she had concert tickets, it was her friend's birthday, she was meeting a new boyfriend for beers. It breaks my heart to downgrade my expectations of her, but I don't want to end up bitter...