It’s hard growing up as  a twin.

Not that I am one

or that I can associate in any way

but I have two sets

and

so

I think

I get a small insight into what it’s like:

The girls were talking about highschool and Immy mentioned that only three of her friends would ever come up to the library with her.

“What about me“, asks Maddy.

“You don’t count because you are a part of me”.

“Awwww”  is my response

“Oh yeah, that’s right, I’m not my own person” retorts Maddy.

“You’re Immy’s twin.”

“You’re Maddy’s twin.”

the two reply together.

“Here’s an invitation, I put you both on it because you’re twins.”

“and the joint presents”

“and the teachers get us mixed up!”

“Yeah” agrees one.

“Yeah” echoes the other.

But:

“There’s always someone to talk to though”  interjects one

and

“You’re never lonely” mentions the other,

“and there’s always the clothes we can share”.

“Yeah,you’re just a part of me” they say in unison and smile.