They had the same round cheeks, the same dark curls, and the same enormous brown eyes.
One wore a yellow T-shirt with a faded butterfly on the front, while the other had on a pink shirt and mismatched socks.
Their knees were dirty, and one girl’s lower lip trembled.
For a moment, I assumed they were playing hide-and-seek, so I smiled and tried to keep my voice gentle.
« What are you two doing in there? » I asked. « You can’t hide in a trash can. It’s yucky. If you’re playing hide-and-seek, let’s find you a better hiding spot. »
Neither girl smiled.
They just stared at me, looking lost and confused.
Then one of the sisters finally spoke.
« We’re not playing, » she whispered. « We’re just hiding. »
She glanced toward the house next door, then looked back at me.
