A tale of two daughters

My daughters are two completely different creatures. Ella is the oldest and very reserved with her emotions. She hides her face when she gets mad or sad. She doesn't like to be the center of attention or singled out. Even when she gets sick, she handles it better than most adults. She is content to play alone on the playground if she isn't interested in what her friends are doing. and she can talk your ear off. She loves to create and she loves to learn.

Now, take all of that into consideration with Kyra and think of the extreme opposite. Except she loves to create (a huge mess) and she can talk off your ear if it has to do with her dog Barney, who goes on many adventures with his animal friends. And Kyra hates school. H.A.T.E.S. it. Just this morning from the bathroom to anyone who was in earshot, she went on a tirade about how school is so boring, and I know everything already, and my friends are boring, and they tease me. They tease you? They tease me about my white spots! This she said hoping to get a reaction. But really, it was one boy who said nanananabooboo to her. For no particular reason.

Ella has not once, not ever, complained about school. And I am not exaggerating. Kyra, on the other hand, complains daily. Full blown, whining with tears, and loudness. And yet, she comes home excited that she had a great day, and Hey look, I can read! And she does. And we're all proud of her and happy and give her high-fives and do a little dance. And I know, with every cell in my body, this is going to be my every day for the next 13 years.

What did I do to create such two completely different human beings?