B is for braces

She was 12, shayla was 10. They looked so much alike people used to ask if they were twins. Then Angie got braces and Shayla did not. So began the split, the lifelong jealousy, the feelings of inferiority. Shayla was the pretty one and Angie was the smart responsible sister. Angie wished she could be the pretty one. Dad used to tease her "Angie boys don't kiss girls with braces." Then he'd pull Shayla on his lap and whisper in her ear. She'd giggle but try to pull off his lap. He'd tickle her and say "Who's daddy's girl, who's the prettiest lil girl in the whole world." More tickling, "Bzzzz, bzzzz, I'm a bee and I'm going to bite you. Bzzz, bzzzz, bzzzz" tickle tickle tickle. Later Shayla would confide to her sister.
"I hate when dad plays the bee game. I wish I was more like you Ang and then he'd leave me alone."
"Oh poor Shayla , poor little daddy's girl, I would never want to bee you".