The angel wore my clothes

That spring, she saw that all the branches were full of the same flower: smile.

People in the courtyard greeted her warmly and asked her if she had any good stories or songs. She returned them with bright smiles, forgetting her lame leg and feeling her happy heart as if it was about to fly.

She felt as if she had just been born into the world, and everything was new. The moving air, the slowly drifting clouds, the dazzling sun, the kind face.

All this, she knew, had been conjured up by her sister. A beautiful, sunny world.

She and her sister are identical, except that she is lame. She resents God's unfairness, resents everything, bowls, cups, flower POTS, everything she can touch will be her punching bag, her world is getting narrower and narrower, too small to accommodate any pair of caring eyes.

Due to a congenital disability, he had to walk with an exaggerated limp. If this face is not beautiful, it is enough, and God has given her the appearance of flowers. Neither of these ugly branches could match the beauty of the flower, so she always said of her legs and her face, that she rarely went out of the house, still less dared to come into the yard. Every day hiding at home, afraid to see people's children, looking at the outside world in horror.

She gave herself a window to see the outside world. The sight of healthy people, of straight legs, of beautiful clothes, of happy bouncing figures, made her grief stronger and more intense.

On her birthday, her sister, who was just a few minutes older than her, gave her a present: a dancing doll. She threw it away. She was hysterical. You know I'm lame, you give me something that can dance. Tears in her sister's eyes circle, but her sister kept comforting her. She knew her sister was innocent.

She refused to go to school, so her parents had to scrimp and hire a tutor for her. The content of the study is synchronized with the curriculum at school. Because of her hard work, her academic performance has been very good. Every time she and her sister do the same paper, she will be a few points higher than her sister. Every time after the exam, her parents would praise her, on the contrary to scold her sister, sister is not hard at school, always playing. This makes her heart very balanced, determined to study hard, must use extensive knowledge to make up for their own defects.

That summer, mother bought her a beautiful pink dress. She put them on secretly, feeling like a butterfly about to fly, but afraid to move, for fear that her ugliness would show. She loved her pink dress and loved the brilliant color, but she was still sad and lamented that she was a butterfly with broken wings.

So she still did not dare to go out of the house, every day in front of the mirror, looking sadly at the mirror of the motionless butterfly. She stuffed herself with apathy, a frozen butterfly.

Because of my weak body, I have to catch up on my sleep every noon. Lately, however, she has been feeling restless and dreamy.

That noon, in a trance, she heard someone creep in and saw her sister steal her pink dress. She was curious to know what her sister was going to do, and snored in disguise.

Through the window, she saw her sister put on her pink dress and come into the yard. She tried to suppress the jealousy in her heart to see what her sister was up to. She saw her sister greet everyone warmly, and to her surprise, she imitated her limp and walked so beautifully that she felt it was herself. And she knew perfectly well that she would not have the courage to go to the compound even if she had been given 300 tons of oil.

For many days, my sister would steal her clothes at noon while she was taking a nap.

Several times, she tried to expose her, but in the end she swallowed it. People love beauty, sister is no exception, and sister dance so well, there should be a good dress to match her, but she does not understand is, why sister does not walk well, but want to learn her like a limp?

Every noon, she would look through the window, watching her sister while helping grandma clean the glass, while singing beautiful songs; While helping the mother-in-law to wash vegetables, while telling jokes she heard, made people laugh. She had to admit, sister is the real butterfly ah, sister let this quiet courtyard full of spring.

She pretended she didn't know anything about it.

Suddenly one day, her sister told her to take her to the courtyard for a walk. In fact, her heart has been eager to go out, like the deer's desire for the mountains, like the bird's yearning for the blue sky. Stuffy at home all day, the air seems to be solidified, let a person suffocate. She hesitated, but her sister persisted, helped her put on her pink dress, and carried her out of the room.

What a fine spring it was!

She breathed deeply in the fresh air and her eyes were full of brilliant colors. People smiled at her and tried to give her good food and fun things. She could not understand why people were so kind to her. There was no rejection or mockery, no embarrassing sympathy or pity, only a smile, a smile that made people happy.

People say that there is a pink dress, wearing two small pigtails lively happy disabled girl, brought them a lot of joy, she is an angel here.

Though she walked with a limp, swaying from side to side, in a comical and exaggerated manner, everyone thought it was the dance of angels.

Later, she realized that her sister followed her example in order to make people accept her. Her sister just wanted her to get out of the dark and moldy house. Everyone took my sister for her.

Later she learned that her parents had bought the pink dress for her sister to wear to the provincial dance competition. But the elder sister said, let the younger sister wear, when the time comes to borrow sister on the line.

Later, she also learned that every time they did the test paper at the same time, the elder sister always deliberately made a few questions wrong, always let her score higher than the elder sister, the elder sister said that the younger sister would be happy.

"People think it's me, but it's not. It's just wearing my clothes." She wrote in her diary, "I thank God for sending an angel to be my sister."