Maria, Sophia, or Anna
by Addison Zeller

We called her Maria, Sophia, or Anna, but I don’t think she was Anna because I’d remember having two sisters with that name. For a few years my mother insisted we call her our sister, my sister and me. Your sister in India, she said, slipping a photo out of an envelope. She looks like this. She waved the photo in front of us and fastened it to the door of our refrigerator with a magnet shaped like a cow.