Siblings. Similar yet so different. Push and pull. You and me.
Growing up together, we shared everything. The same womb, our mother’s lap. We took our baths together, slept in the same bed. Every time I turned my head, you were by my side. I passed my clothes to you, and you relinquished your toys to me. Constant companions, we fought everyday, like clockwork. We were fierce competitors for our mother’s love, but co-conspirators in our youthful mistakes.
Now we don’t share as many things. But everywhere I go, I carry a little of you with me. And you me.