As I walk down the sidewalk, with Madelyn and Gwen ahead of me on their scooters, a group of Chinese construction workers walk toward us. The girls whizz by them, racing each other on their scooters. As the girls pass the men, one at a time each blue hardhatted head turns to stare at the unlikely pair.
I smile and shake my head. China or America, it doesn't matter.
Do sisters have to look alike?
Saturday, March 14, 2009
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