The Sister

My name is Ella; I'm the other Berkeley girl.

I say this to be ironic, as my sister, Karla, claimed her space in the spotlight whether she welcomed it or not, and I simply accepted that my place was in her shadow.

She was beautiful, talented, and adored by everyone. She was everything I felt I was not.

It wasn't until completing her story that I realised that I had a story to tell too, that I was more than the sister.