'So are you going? ' br That was Ashley, br Standing in the kitchen doorway in a T-shirt and socks. br At twenty-one my sister was a petite five-four, br With the kind of curly, round body I'd wish I'd been born with; br Tiny feet, br Perfect hair, small enough to be cute, br But a force to be reckoned with. br At my age she had already: br Been voted Most Popular, br Dated(and dumped) the captain of the football team, and br been a varsity cheerleader. br br Just like Barbie, br My sister had everything.