âMy sister looks like me- the same brown hair, eyes the same shade of gray... She is aways with the fairies, as my grandma used to say. She wasnât always that way. Three years ago something happened that changed her. An accident. And just like that the sister I knew was gone. Now she doesnât go out, doesnât talk much, doesnât think much as far as I can tell. She just is.â