As I walk in my house I smell the sweet aroma of momma's famous baked potatoes and chicken.

I have a 14 year old sister and a 9 year old little brother.

Momma is a hard working lady ,she does everything she can to provide for us.As  I sit across the table I see my little sister aniya she is so pretty.she is caramel, with little light brown freckles on her face and sandy brown hair.

We have different father's that explains why she came out that way .

When I was little I would cry myself to sleep tears filled with envy and jealousy.

I would always think to myself How come she's so much more beautiful ? People used to tell me I was pretty for a "dark girl ". How come I could never be "just pretty" i knew i could never be pretty not with a face as ugly as mine.