Easley 8

The last time I went to Easley, it was a Monday. The twins had homework. One twin walked in with a sad expression. The guy in charge asked her what was wrong. She mumbled, "nothing." He said, "Come here." She went to him. He hugged her and held her for a little bit. The lady in charge said, "Someone probly bein mean at school." The other twin walked in confidently and happy. She went staight to the home work room. The sad twin followed. I asked if I could help her with her homework. She knew most of the answers, but what she didn't know she didn't want to figure out and kept sayin', "Help me. Just help me." The older twin got fed up with her whining and would tell her the answer. Their dad walked in after a little bit and went straight to the happy twin. She hugged him and told him about her good day and talked about her homework. The sad twin hid her face in her arms on the table. She peered up at their dad with huge tears in her eyes. After a while, the dad said to the sad twin, "Come with me." So he talked with her for a little bit. I'm not sure what was going on. The sad twin had once told me that everyone calls her sister the "cuter twin." Man! What a complex that child must have. It must be hard being a twin, but it must be harder being a twin in a poor environment where your sister becomes smarter, more confident, and more driven because she is pampered more.