My Sister Draws More Creatively Than I Do
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My Sister Draws More Creatively Than I Do
I am Noah. My sister Iris is sixteen, and I am nineteen. We grew up in the same house, but our hobbies became more different than our teachers expected when we were children.
Iris draws more creatively than I do with pencils and paint. Her sketches are more colourful than my neat diagrams for science homework. My notes are more organized than her notebooks, which are fuller than any shelf in our shared desk.
On Sunday our parents asked us to help choose art for the hallway. Iris said the landscape prints online were duller than the local market posters we saw last month. I said the market frames were more expensive than the shop near the station, but the paper quality looked better than the discount offers.
We compared sizes on the living room floor.
