I have a twin.
Well, not really, but you may as well call her that. She's my sister, born six years after me. But we may was well be twins.
We look alike. We think alike. We even sound alike sometimes. It's kind of creepy how much alike we really are. People are always getting us confused. I don't see how they can confuse us, but they do. I mean, if we really wanted to, we could play some serious tricks on people (insert evil laugh). But we wouldn't do that. Hehe.
This is our relationship in phases:
- Mother/child: When she was a baby, I treated her like she was mine; helped take care of her.
- Big sis/Little sis: As we got older (when I became a teen), she was like a typical little sister, always following me around, wanting to be and do whatever I was and did. She was my mini-me.
- Besties: As adults, we grew even closer and she became my best friend. This is where we're at now.
I'm blessed to have a good relationship with my sister...with my whole family, actually. I have a tight, close-knit family and I am so thankful for that. Not everyone is close to their fam. And not every woman has a sister they can call their best friend. So yeah. I'm blessed.