Happy birthday to me,
happy birthday to me etc. Except it's also happy birthday to my
sister. Twins and all that. A work colleague suggested today that it
must be awesome to be a twin because you always have someone to share
your birthday with. Clearly she is a better person than I am because
when I was growing up it was the worst thing ever.
Don't get me wrong, I
love being a twin. Twins have an incredible bond and me and my sis
are no exception to that rule. But imagine being a kid and watching
all of your friends have their birthdays. Those days are special.
Those days are all-about-them days. When you're a twin you never get
that.
On the other hand is
when you're a twin you always have someone to share stuff with. Not
just the important big life stuff but the little things and I think
that we have tried really hard to maintain that relationship all the
way through our lives.
The worst thing about
being a twin however is the questions. The endless ridiculous
questions which always, without fail, start with “what's it like
being a twin?” I give you fair warning now reader if you are ever
to ask me this question; on a particularly bad day I will punch you
in the face on a good day I will turn around and walk away.
There is no possible
satisfactory answer I can give to that question. The only answer I
can think of is “pretty normal thanks what's it like being you?”
Anyhoo I have had a
rather marvellous day nonetheless.
Until next time.
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