It shouldn’t have taken me this long to realize that yesterday was National Sibling’s Day, but it did. I guess late is better than never. Here is something I wrote seven years ago. It’s about my twin sister. I did tell you I had one, right?
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I’ve known my best friend my entire life, and not many people can say that. Throughout my 19 years, I have never been alone, not even once. You might be wondering, what do you mean? You’ve known your friend your entire life? My single response is yes. I am a twin. I am a double… fraternal…identical…whatever you would like to call it.
She and I have always been a pair. I with my long, thick black hair and tanned complexion. Her with her short, curly hair and rosy toned cheeks. I was the quiet one, shy and never open. She was loud, daring, and the color that brightened my world of black and white. I read books and played the piano. She sang at the top of her lungs and played outside with my brother. Different in all respects we were, but yet similar at the same time.
People always ask me, what is it like to be a twin? All I could ever say is, “It’s like knowing that no matter how far apart you are, you are never alone.”
Life: Crossed Out and Rewritten 