Play Nice

You need to start showing them to me first, my sister told me. It was more of a command than a statement. Play Nice. That’s what I wanted to tell her. Because we’re twins, we did everything together throughout childhood—eating, fighting, laughing, playing—so when my mother noticed a nucleus of an argument forming, she always said, Play Nice!

Now, years later, there are times when I want to tell my sister to Play Nice.

I was showing her pictures from last week’s wedding and she decided she wanted to see other pictures on my blog. Pictures I didn’t post. I really don’t know how I choose my blog pictures, I just do. Pictures just sort of stick to me, like gum on the bottom of a shoe on a hot day.

You should post these pictures…for me, my sister said.

Bianca, these are for you. Because I learned how to Play Nice…