I stared at the Barbie doll my little sisters had clutched. Thats how my mother wished me to be: perfect, but I was a long ways away from being perfect. My little sister well she, was more then perfect, she would always be mommys little girl. She carressed the dolls hair, it had long black hair ike hers and skin a medium brown that her copper eyes blended with. My sister was just like her doll but she was made of human flesh instead of plastic. My mothers voice called her and Veronica imediately ran to her. She sat on my mothers lap her hand now clutching the blue hem of my mothers dress. She whispered something into her ears which casued Veto’s mouth to drop. I looked at my mother as she looked at me more analyzing me then looking. She grabbed Veto and placed her on the chai as she walked toward me. She stuck money into my hand and told me to go to the store, I looked at my sister desperatly looking at her face for any sign of emotion. My back felt a sharp pain and my world went black my sisters wail echoed.