but we aren't twins

Growing up my mom always wanted twins. I would hear the excitement in her voice when she sees twins running around in identical outfits. Twin kids of course. In college I saw two different set of twin guys who dressed alike with their other twin. That is bizarre beyond compare. Anyways, her desire to have twins was so intense that she dressed my sister and me in identical clothes growing up. I thought those years were long gone until last weekend. For my sister’s birthday, we had dinner with our friends. Our friends D and S were the last to arrive and were seated on the opposite end of the table from me. When they arrived all I heard were giggles from them. I couldn’t ask them what was so funny since they were on the other side of the table, and it was extremely noisy in the restaurant.

At the end of dinner I realized what they were laughing at. You see, D and S chipped in together to buy each of us a present. S handed me a gift bag. Laughing hysterically she forcibly said, “I hope you like your present.”

I thought it was a gag gift since she was laughing so hard. As I took a peek into the bag I saw something familiar. It took awhile for my memory to adjust to this familiar pattern. Then I looked up and focused on the patterns of my sister’s tank top. Of course, it’s the top my sister was wearing at that very moment! They didn’t even plan that because my sister had just bought that top for her birthday. They said we can be twins now! Oh no, the nightmares came rushing back that I thought were long forgotten. We haven’t dressed the same since we were single digit aged and we are not going to start again.