Born and raised in South Georgia, I'm from a city 22 miles north of the Georgia-Florida state line. My family means the world to me; and without them, I wouldn't be anywhere close to where I am today. The boy in my bio pic is my twin brother, Brent. I was born 13 minutes before he was and therefore, fully claim my title as "the older sister."
People always ask me, "What’s it like being a twin?" I never know quite how to answer. They want to hear that it comes with the magic of "twin telepathy" and that my “twin senses” can tell me when he's in trouble. As awesome as all of that would be, it's just not like that. I do have a special connection with Brent, but it's difficult to explain. Although I want to fully describe our "twin connection," I normally just end up saying that it's like having a best friend with you all the time. But, if I'm being honest, it's so much more than that.
He's a boy, I'm a girl, and we're fraternal twins. The pair works out great because our daily drama is so unique. He can listen to mine, and I can listen to his without getting bored. When I'm tired of all my girlfriends, I go hang out with him. We'll play ping pong or tennis and talk over that. I guess it's like having a boyfriend you're comfortable hanging out with, and you know loves you, except without all the romantic complications. Brent looks out for me, and I do likewise. We're in everything together. We're a team. I'm not me without him. I was talking to my mom one day about how I told Brent that I'm glad he's my brother, and he agreed but never really said it back. She said that the way he and my dad are is that they don't say it, but they know they're happier and more comfortable when they're with us. That made sense. Brent gets more excited about road trips with me than hanging with his guy friends sometimes. Mom's explanation is one that I'll never forget. I never realized how true it was until I heard it from her mouth. Brent needs me too.