My sister and I share the same face and hold hands together. Sometimes we get the same hands to show each other. Sometimes she takes my sandals when I go to the toilet, so I walk around feeling angry, wanting to punch her. Or some days she drinks her milk with a fork, having no idea to know the right way.
At night we sleep together in my sister’s bedroom with me beside her. I annoy her by singing and tell stories and we feel like we will meet the moon soon.