They were sisters by blood but enemies by circumstances. The younger one grabbed the family spotlight from the day she could say “Ma”. The older one preferred to stay quiet. Tonight was the worst – they had their formal Bharatnatyam debut performance. There was already much talk about the older one being too slow. The Bengali community in their small American town saw little in her. On the other hand, the younger sister was a source of pride. While the two little girls waited backstage with their mother, one looked anxious while the other smiled confidently and applied her own makeup. “You’ll be the star tonight,” the mother said to the younger one. The older one lifted her quivering chin and looked her mother in the eye. “And what will I be,” she asked.