Whitefish River If I left today

Unlike her sister, the smaller child was destine not to open her eyes this day nor any day soon. She was to be left in the soundless dark for more time than her beloved sibling, always behind her curve. Instead she felt the movement, the pressure of the one she knew as other. A sharp squeak could be heard from her lips but not by either of the puptatoe's ears that were sealed shit to the world. She was confused by the other's actions, why was she pushing into her? 

it was as if in retaliation, the smaller girl wiggled. HEr legs were still useless nor did she try to put them under her to moved, instead she simply found herself swimming along the ground but only at a pace a snail could rival. She opened her pale mouth and might have been her ear, or was it her neck, she did not know but she sucked on it as if she had found the milk bar but she was wrong. Not having a sense of smell was not going well for her.