A/N: Hey, there! for all those who like to read essays. Here's a good one about me and my sister that I did for my composition class. Hope you all like it. Teens

Twinness

When my sister and I tell people we are twins, we usually hear the surprised exclamation, "but you look so different!" At a glance, my sister and I look more like cousins-twice-removed than sisters or twins for that matter. No one would ever guess that we actually share 50 of our genes. When the word "twin" comes to mind, people tend to connote it with being identical. However, two people do not need to be genetic clones of one another to be twins. My sister and I are fraternal twins. We don't look alike, and we are more or less regular siblings, who just happen to share the same birthday. We have different strengths, weaknesses, interests, and opinions, and yet we share a special bond that makes us more than "just" sisters.

The most glaring difference between my sister and me is our looks. Where my sister stands at a height of 5'11" with oceanic blue eyes and dark oaken hair, I only come up to her shoulder at a height of 5'7" and am both lighter in complexion and hair color, with eyes the color of a ripe hazelnut. Along with our physical differences, we have unique, contrasting personalities. Where she is reserved with a quiet intensity that gives her a pensive and sometimes melancholic air, I am the peanut gallery, who is constantly confusing herself and is, as one can politely say, a little bit spacey.

Erin is a "true artist." She sees the world as a painting: soft dappled light and purple shadows, blends of colors with the soft feathery touches of a paintbrush or the harsh lines of a pallet knife. Where one might see a regular scene, she traces out swirling designs of dancers hidden in the sloping contours of a cliff or a curious face peering out between the rough wood of two gnarled tree branches. A person's skin is not just white, or black, or yellow to her, but shades of green, purple, and blue. She is quiet and shy with a hidden quirky humor that brightens her eyes and bends the corners of her mouth into a mischievous smile when she laughs or recites lines from poems or quotes like "Never be afraid of something new. Remember amateurs built the ark, professionals built the Titanic." (Anonymous) There is nothing Erin can't remember. When she speaks, her words are insightful and eloquent. She is agile with her hands and likes to fiddle with things, whether it is gently separating an undamaged heart when dissecting frogs in biology class or placing minute, colored beads into complex designs on a mask.

Unlike my sister, I have neither the desire to cut up poor dead animals (despite the knowledge learned) nor the patience to glue tiny, almost microscopic, beads onto masks. Instead, I prefer to spend my time plunking keys on a piano or singing Italian arias and Broadways melodies. Where Erin is the artist of the family, I am the musician. Instead of seeing the world in the soft effects of chiaroscuro, I connect everything to music, whether it is a cacophony of voices or the breeze whistling through the leaves in a tree. Even silence has its own melody. Music for me does not come in images or colors, but rather as a wave of emotions rolling across the vast expanse of my mind, much like the coming and going of the tide. My thoughts come faster than my words, and I tend to say bizarre things like "I'm going to grow a pot garden." Of course, I meant a flowerpot garden, but the statement didn't come out the way I intended it to. In a sense, I am less grounded in reality than Erin, preferring not to know exactly what time it is and getting lost in the days. For this reason, I never remember anything and must carry around a small schedule book, so that I will not be perpetually confused.

Our differences in look, interests, and personality are what separates us from the stereotypical definition of a twin and often fools people into thinking that we are merely sisters, who are a couple years apart. People will ask my sister if she is visiting from college or if I enjoy being the younger sister (to which I usually reply "yes"). They have already deduced (inaccurately) that since I am shorter than Erin, I therefore must be younger. However, they are never prepared for the "we are twenty-nine minutes apart" bit.

Despite our apparent differences, we share a special bond that is not present between regular siblings. We do not see each other as rivals, but as equals. We are more like best friends than sisters and share a special intimacy and understanding that no one will ever truly understand. We see past the differences, those surface features that mask our deeper, more private sentiments, and see instead what truly defines the other. Erin and I don't need to talk to communicate. We can sense when the other is upset, or excited, or sick. We merely have to feel.

I know Erin doesn't talk much because she understands that words only simplify one's emotions, rather than make them more profound. She doesn't need to maintain a long strain of negligible words to communicate. Instead, Erin communicates with silence, with feeling. Likewise, Erin understands that my speedy and often skewed loquaciousness is born out of nervousness or excitement. She knows that despite my sometimes ditzy or inane statements, I am actually just struggling with how to clearly convey my thoughts. I can't fully formulate and pick out my words, like Erin, because by the time I have constructed a logical sentence, the thought has passed me by.

Erin and I understand each other on more than just a superficial level. We hold the same values and appreciate the same things; the wind through the leaves, the dawn and sunset, the robin egg blue on a bright autumn day, the rich taste of chocolate. We have similar concepts of morality, life, and taste (excluding material items). Most importantly, we recognize our differences and accept them. Though we have different personalities, we are constructed from the same foundation that forms the basis of who we are. We accept that we are our own individuals, but realize that we share a little bit of each other in our thoughts, emotions, and creativity. This unique bond is what gives us our special "twinness," that 50 of shared genes that continues to elude people who never see past our differences.