For as long as I can remember I’ve only ever called my brother “Twin.” He actually is named after a saint, but I’ve never liked to say his name. It’s a nice name, or whatever, even starts with an X like mine, but it just doesn’t feel like the brother I know. His real name is for Mami, teachers, Father Sean. But Twin? Only I can call him that, a reminder of the pair we’ll always be.
