Eight. That’s how many sets of twins there are in my family including my sister and me. We share everything. Shoes, clothes, cars, birthdays. The day that is supposed to be all about me, and I have to share it. Being a twin is not all bad. I always have someone that will be there for me and will have my back whenever I need someone there. Being a twin has its days where things are great and then the next everything between you two is falling apart, the best part is that you don’t have to worry about it though because you know that no matter what they will be there for you. Most people go through life and think it would be so great to have a twin. Well the answer is yes and no. It is great to have a twin but not when they take everything and you don’t even get your own special day.
Shania and I can tell when the other is upset. So one night when I was arguing with my boyfriend, I was lying in bed and crying while talking to him on the phone. She walked in my room about to ask me a question when she stopped mid-sentence and asked what was wrong. I couldn’t tell her because I was on the phone still but I help up my finger signaling to hold on I am almost done. She waited there for about 20 more minutes until I was done talking. I told her that I was stressed because my boyfriend and I couldn’t agree on anything and it always leads to an argument. She comforted me and we just laid on my bed talking about all of the good times my boyfriend and I have had just to make me feel better. When we were done she hugged me and told me I would never be alone and that she was on my side and would back up any decision I would make.
The next time I would need my sister, she would not be there for me because she was the one that was mad ...
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...dy graduation day. We helped each other get ready curling and crimping each other’s hair. Making sure we looked good from every angle and then it was time to go. When we arrived at the school there were people everywhere. Moms, dads, aunts, uncles, cousins, everyone was there. We went into the locker room to put our duffle bags of extra clothes away and then went out to talk with our fellow class mates. After we walked out, my sister and I made it so we would sit by each other. When we walked up to the podium to receive our diploma, we held hands. I looked at her and she looked at me and I told her there was no one else I would rather walk with. We promised each other cry so we couldn’t hug or the flood gates would open. There was no one else I would have rather shared that moment with than her. She was not only my best friend but my Whombmate and she always will be.
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