“Are you two related?”
“We’re twins,” my brother and I would say simultaneously. Usually there is a look of shock when someone hears that answer. You wouldn’t expect a short, brunette girl with a pale complexion be even closely related to a boy with tan skin and dark eyes. Not many people believe us when we say it. But with looks aside, we are still twins and being a twin brings situations that test how we truly are as a person.
All my life I have been told how lucky I was to have a twin brother. The general response would be to agree with them, but I never saw it that way. Having to share everything with someone is considered lucky? Trust me, it’s worse than it sounds. My brother and I have always been together since we were young and there was nothing that we haven't done without each
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Our mom would put us in the same classes and this carried on to high school even when we chose our own. As a result, being compared to one another became more frequent. I felt the need to compete with my brother over many things we are involved with. There was always that sense of being 2nd best when he did something better than me. This caused a lot of animosity between us when one succeeds at something the other doesn't. That is to say we fought many times. Since we are both too stubborn to admit the other was right, there were many fights to be honest. It was pretty bad until one day changed my entire outlook. My grandma had a rare blood cancer that caused her body to reject her blood which meant that she had to go to the hospital every week for a blood transfusion. I remember seeing her after a transfusion and noticing the dark bruises that would form at the spot where the needle was injected. They always looked painful. Soon every week turned into everyday and then it reached the point where she had to stay in the hospital. Sometimes one of her stays would be during the holidays which meant she would have to miss spending it