Chapter 3

The day before school started, my mom brought back my little dress that I had made as a little presenter at the commencement ceremony, and I wasn't happy about it at all.

"Thanks."

"Go ahead and try it on, mommy, to see if it looks good."

I put it on and Felicity walked in, "Mom, it looks so good on my sister, I want one too!"

"Okay, what kind do you want? Mommy will buy it for you too."

Felicity stared at the dress I was wearing, "Mom, can I have my sister's one?"

"Sarah, since Felicity likes it, you let her have it. You used to have the gown anyway, so it's okay to wear the old one."

"I don't want it. Why Lyn Felicity is here and I'm going to let her have everything!"

"Sarah, Felicity's name is no longer Lin, it's Shu, that's your sister. What Felicity Lin, why are you like this? Don't know how to be a sister at all, really the more you grow up the more useless you become!" My mom snatched the dress from my hand and held it out to Felicity Lin.

I turned to go upstairs and left without looking back.

As per Felicity Lin's request, the day before the school enrollment, my parents specially approached the principal to assign Felicity Lin to the same class with me, saying something like the two sisters can learn from each other and take care of each other.

Felicity Lin also got what she wanted.

She also wanted to be a presenter like me and specifically asked my mom to enroll her in a presenter's course, and by this time, I was already figuring out my dream.

I came to the jewelry store owned by my dad's company as soon as I got out of school, came to draw on the jewelry to work on my design sense, and then came home at dinner time.

Day after day, after a semester, Felicity Lin had only learned half of what a professional facilitator could do.

I still took first prize in the school presenter competition.

"Mom, I'm sorry. I'm too stupid to be as talented as my sister as a presenter."

I shot down from the sidelines, ''Still counting on someone's self-awareness. A lot of things, though, do require talent. This one you can't envy."

"Sarah! What are you so proud of. Isn't it just the first prize? Don't you know how to be modest?"

"Mom, why should I be modest. It's the truth."

After that, my mom thinks I'm rotten, so I'll just be rotten, and I believe that rotten, too, can blossom into a white, flawless flower.