It’s the thing about being a twin. It’s never one or the other but instead two parts of a whole, like one of those yin-yang symbols—black with white and white with black—alike and together, but the two sides not the same. Sometimes I wonder how it turned out that way, ending up so different though we were born the same—her passion for music and mine for nature; her being an athlete and me a nerd; her loud and me not. I don’t remember choosing those things, but maybe we did, our way of setting ourselves apart.
