If I had to choose the most wanted, most favourite, most loved, most unwanted, and most hated people in my life, all the above would come down to the same person- my identical twin. She and I haven't done a single task without each other. Sometimes I try to imagine how life would be had she not been my sister but I just can not get myself to see a reality where we are not together. When we were younger, she would spend hours after hours talking with me. When we were in middle school, she only ever acknowledged me before she went somewhere outside the house. That was also, just for the sake of it. Lately, she doesn't even stop to check in on me. Not that I make any efforts on my part. You see, I've got this big ego. If she won't initiate a conversation I'd rather let the silent treatment take over than breaking the silence. One day her ignorance had reached its zenith though. While talking with a stranger on phone she said she was the only daughter. Which ob...
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