Sisters' Training Plan

Two heroines When I was ten years old, my mother took me into my stepfather's home. Two sisters stood on the stairs, one as cold as ice and the other with a smile as bright as a flower. I knew I was a drag, so I took on all the housework just to avoid being kicked out. But they said: "You are only ten years old, you don't have to be so sensible." From that day on, they made a growth plan for me - nutritious meals, exercise tables, study guidance, and watered it as carefully as they would a sapling. I worked hard to grow up, getting taller and prettier every year. The girls in school started sending love letters, and the second sister pointed at my nose and said: "Are those little girls as beautiful as their elder sisters?" I shook my head. "That's good, don't let the little girl lure you away." At that moment I realized that something wasn't right about my feelings for them.