Saturday, August 19, 2017, was the day I left my best friend. Going into my senior year of high school, my initial thoughts were college applications and the freedoms college would soon grant me. I could make my own schedule and decisions, I didn’t have to abide by some sexist dress code, my parents wouldn’t be down my back, but most importantly I would just be identified as myself rather than the twin. My identical twin sister and I have always been grouped together and almost every time someone mentioned us, we were called “the twins” or more often than not, called the wrong name. Everyone assumed that as twins we would want to be together in college, but we had different ideas. We had no intentions on going to the same school, rooming
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We weren’t convinced, and I argued that I would be almost happier when we were apart. My twin sister and I fought almost every single day of our lives whether it be over clothes, school work, who’s driving to school that morning, or even who’s turn it was to do the dishes and other minor chores around the house. Our fights consisted of hitting, yelling, hair pulling, jumping, throwing, calling our mom on the phone while at work to get the other in trouble, and constant antagonizing of each other. While this may sound like the worst breakup scene in a movie, or even unquestionably abusive, five minutes after our intense fight, my sister and I would be best friends again. We would make jokes and laugh, and it would be like nothing ever happened. Even through our countless fights, we were inseparable on the verge of being separated with no knowledge of how either one of us would be …show more content…
I helped her set up her new dorm, I hung up her clothes, and I met the girl who would be replacing me as my sister’s roommate. As we finished unpacking and setting things up, it was time to say goodbye. I hadn’t realized yet how I felt leaving her there until we were driving out of the parking lot. It was as if I left a part of me in Fairfax. I hadn’t realized the relationship I had with Jovina until that moment. The bond I had with my twin sister could never and will never compare to any other relationship in my life. I felt stupid and foolish for not realizing this before, and I regretted all the petty things that we fought
We weren’t convinced, and I argued that I would be almost happier when we were apart. My twin sister and I fought almost every single day of our lives whether it be over clothes, school work, who’s driving to school that morning, or even who’s turn it was to do the dishes and other minor chores around the house. Our fights consisted of hitting, yelling, hair pulling, jumping, throwing, calling our mom on the phone while at work to get the other in trouble, and constant antagonizing of each other. While this may sound like the worst breakup scene in a movie, or even unquestionably abusive, five minutes after our intense fight, my sister and I would be best friends again. We would make jokes and laugh, and it would be like nothing ever happened. Even through our countless fights, we were inseparable on the verge of being separated with no knowledge of how either one of us would be …show more content…
I helped her set up her new dorm, I hung up her clothes, and I met the girl who would be replacing me as my sister’s roommate. As we finished unpacking and setting things up, it was time to say goodbye. I hadn’t realized yet how I felt leaving her there until we were driving out of the parking lot. It was as if I left a part of me in Fairfax. I hadn’t realized the relationship I had with Jovina until that moment. The bond I had with my twin sister could never and will never compare to any other relationship in my life. I felt stupid and foolish for not realizing this before, and I regretted all the petty things that we fought