Of course me and my sister were best friends all throughout our childhood, we were twins. Now, I'm not saying if you have a brothers or sister and their not your twin then you won't like each other but it is special to have a twin. Also, we are identical.
We had a very special entry into the world. Our mom had to get a C Section because we were holding hands and we wouldn't let go. I love looking at my baby pictures. There are countless pictures but the best thing is the memories I have of us.
Once in grade two I was getting bullied by some mean kids some crayons started flying down from the monkey bars and low and behold there was Sunny. The bullies ran away and it was one of my favorite memories.
All through grade school she was my best friend but during sixth grade she started hanging out with other kids and we separated. I found new friends and we didn't depend on each other anymore.
Starting in eighth grade she became more and more self aware always going on diets and she would never go out without a full face of makeup on. She was a completely different person.
Then in my first few months of high school my dad picked me up from school and brought me to the hospital. Sunny had an eating disorder and nearly died. Apparently she barely ate and weighed about a quarter of what she should. She was never happy with herself.
The months after that consisted of her going to a theripist and we got in more fights then ever. Then we stopped.
We didn't talk to each other, ever. And we didn't want to. Sunny and I knew our parents were concerned but befre they could do anything we went to college, she was going to UCLA and I going to the University of Miami.
In the last year of college we went home for Christmas Break and it was fine. Everyone seemed happy but in the night Sunny left go go on a car ride and next thing I knew we were in the hospital hoping she would live another day. But she didn't. SUnny got in a car wreck and the force made her lungs collaps and it broke her neck in various different places.
After her funeral I thought back on the times I had with her. And the night she died before bed we apologized about all of the times we fought and we made up. Then we said we loved each other and I went to bed and she left. After she was rushed to the hospital and my family and I were waiting the police brought back from her car a framed picture of us holding hands as babies and a card. Sunny wanted to give this to me as a Christmas Gift.
The card said, Dear Rain, You are my twin and that will never ever stop. Sisters stick together no matter what. I love you. Merry Christmas. Love, Sunny.
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