One in every thirty infants are born a twin, and fortunately I was a special select. I mean it could be genetics to blame, why did my mom’s egg have to split into two? Anyways, my destiny was out of my control and I was forced to share a womb with another individual for nine months. Wombs aren’t very spacious, so you can only imagine the discomfort I was in during the prenatal stage.

A womb wasn't the only thing we would share; We would share rooms, bathrooms, and practically everything because according to my parents “that’s what twins do.” Growing up as a Twin I couldn’t go anywhere without someone asking me where “my other half was.” I was convinced people thought I had a gps chip in her and knew her every movements and thoughts.

Don’t get me wrong having a twin comes with pros and cons, but the pros definitely outweigh the cons (don’t ever tell my twin I said that). I never had to walk through life alone. My sister has been there with me through all my biggest life obstacles until now. We both decided to go off to different colleges and it’s a weird experience for us. I had never not slept in the same room as my sister until I arrived in Athens. This upcoming September will be our first ever birthday spent apart.

My parents freaked out when we told them we were going to different universities, but in the end they learned to except that we can’t live together for the rest of our lives. Even though I cussed her out almost everyday, my twin is something many people don’t get to experience in this lifetime. I also get to call my sister ugly since we are fraternal and look nothing alike.