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  • Having a twin is something I never take for granted. The first time we were ever separated was when my sister, Rachel, went away to University. What I remember about that day was crying for an extended period of time and thinking to myself “is this what life is like without a twin?” It was the first time I ever felt like I was this single entity. My permanent friend the one always by my side was gone. Simple things like walking out the front door and not telling her where I was going seemed strange. After 10 years we are still not living in the same city, or country for that matter. Our lives took different paths. She left Canada, married an American and now has a family in New Jersey. Some days we sit on the phone discussing the predicament we are in. We devise plans to figure out a way that we can finally be living in the same city. There are too many extenuating factors. Too many other people involved in each of our lives that we cannot make decisions solely about ourselves anymore.

    I miss my sister.
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