My sister has brown eyes. Some would argue that they are hazel, but I know better. Her eyes hold all the secrets of the earth and are as rich in color and depth as the land. Copper against soft caramel. A brilliant ring of gold.

My sister has freckles speckled across her skin like stars in the night sky. If you look hard and long enough you can find your favorite constellations dancing across her cheeks. A delicate blanket of brown sugar sprinkled on her face.

My sister has a smile that puts the Cheshire cat to shame. A smile that splits her face wide open. A smile that makes her eyes crinkle and her nose scrunch up. A smile so wide it makes the oceans look like meager ponds. A smile, always on the verge of laughter.

My sister has a laugh as loud and powerful as the thunderous sound of waves crushing against rock. A laugh that makes wrinkles worth having. I know my sister’s laugh like I know my own mind. Although I have never heard it.

My sister knows a girl she has never met before. A girl that has her eyes – but darker. A girl that has her freckles – but fewer. A girl that has her smile – but duller. Her laugh – but quieter. My sister knows a girl that shares her blood – but hers burns hotter. My sister knows me, although she has never met me.