parrot. There was a cute black and white puppy
 
 tugging at the hem of her full skirt. On each side of
 
 the bed were two nightstands, each with a bell shaped
 
 lamp. But beside a matching dresser and armoire, the
 
 room had a vanity table with an enormous oval mirror
 
 in an ivory frame, the frame covered with hand
 
 painted red and yellow roses. And in the corner beside
 
 it, an old French birdcage hung.
 
 "I have my own bathroom?" I asked, gazing
 
 through the open doorway on my right. The plush
 
 bathroom had a large tub, sink, and commode, all with
 
 brass fixtures. There were even flowers and birds
 
 hand painted on the tub and sink.
 
 "Of course. Twin sister or not, Gisselle is not
 
 the sort you share a bathroom with," my father said,
 
 smiling. "This door," he added, nodding at the door on my left, "joins the two rooms. I hope the day will soon come when the two of you will move back and forth
 
 through it eagerly."
 
 "So do I," I said. I went to the windows and
 
 gazed out at the grounds of the estate. I saw that I
 
 faced the pool and the tennis court. Through the open
 
 window, I could smell the green bamboo, gardenias,
 
 and blooming camellias.
 
 "Do you like it?" my father asked.
 
 "Like it? I love it. It's the most wonderful room
 
 I've ever seen," I declared. He laughed at my
 
 exuberance.
 
 "It will be something fresh to see someone
 
 appreciate everything around here again. So often,
 
 things are taken for granted," he explained.
 
 "I'll never take anything for granted again," I