“Just because we are twins, it doesn’t mean we are exactly the same,” exclaimed Sonia, for the millionth time. So many expectations around twins, ‘solos’ are fascinated by what it is like, the mythical intuition between them, and of course the stories, the urban legends about what they get up to.
One, or rather – of course – two, could not readily explain what being a twin is ‘like’ anymore than one (two) could explain what it is like to have three arms, or to have been born hundreds of years in the future. It just was, and always had been. Two souls, always together yet always separate. The more interesting question is what it is like to not be a twin. Consider responding to that next time you ask a twin how that relationship works.
It can be fun, surprising people with your identical faces, but it also becomes a bore. The same questions, the same jokes, the same suggestive suggestions.
In so many ways they are of one mind, though. Music, work, politics, all of these things, and more, they agree without barely a word between them. Going through life, two lives lived almost as one, sneaking into each other’s bedrooms all through childhood, to share a bed, as they shared thoughts.
Parents proud, of course, and love them equally, naturally. How odd it was, then, that in common with ‘normal’ siblings, each had a slightly closer affinity with one parent. One closer to the mum, the other the dad: this is the only manner in which these daughters deviate.
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