No Individuality Between Sisters

I think of myself as a 23 years old gal who has overprotective parents. I love my folks and everything they have done for me. However, at times they have a great tendency to cross boundaries. In a culture that we exist in today where folks will throw you out of the house when you hit the age of 18-19 years, my family have actually been really sweet in taking care of my sister and I in the best way that they possibly can.

Since we were youngsters we had an abundance of everything we ever wanted toys, bicycles, clothes, kitchen sets, shoes everything one can think about. Our adolescence was simply amazing. But as it is said that noting is ideal, there has to be something that pulls you out of that happy stupor and makes you notice that you aren’t living in a perfect world. Despite my sister and me not being twins, my oldsters would still treat us like twin replica purses. The only difference was that we never got to grasp who was the original from the collection of replica purses, and who was the fake purse being imitated and reproduced.

I believe my parents wanted to have identical twins. Well that did not occur so I believe they believed that they could make us look like twins. There’s roughly a year difference between my sister and me the 2 of us practically look the same age though. Whenever our fogeys would get something for us it might be identical. While we were growing we were fond of and enjoyed it in spite of them being the same present. I, being the elder one, would get my hand on my sister’s stuff when I might screw up my own. The stuff being matching no one could know that I switched my ruined one with my sisters. She was the person that used to keep her things in good condition. She hasn’t ever known until now that I used to do that. If you ask her she would probably express her surprise to discover that her stuff would go bad due to me.

While we were in are teens I expressed that we wanted to have different things, but somehow our folks were firm. There were occasional fights and debates re the topic. Finally, one day my pop informed me that what we wanted may be made possible only if we started to earn and spend our own money. That was quite an incentive though. That was when my sister and I decided that we’d start to work. My father was sweet enough to buy the 2 of us automobiles so we do not have any issues with transportation. And guess what, the cars were identical.

Now we all live in different towns but whenever I go back for a family reunion, my sister and I get gifts that are exactly the same. I have stopped trying to find out what the rationale is for this ; I guess my sister and I have been taught to accept the less perfect things of actuality.