A Story of Sisterhood

[10/26/2010]

We are meant to be Together.


June 30^th, the day that we were born and she was ten minutes in front of me. Since then, I could see myself in her face and her reflection in my path of life.


The story starts on a typical summer day. The sounds of the tennis ball that flies in the air, hits the wall, and then comes back to the racket are obvious to the people walking passed. There is nobody who dares to go into this dilapidated parking lot, except her. She doesn’t expect anyone to see the ball moving, while it’s too fast for anyone to notice. But her sharp eyes capture every movement that the tennis ball takes and quickly calculates where it’s going to be landing. She keeps going and going for the whole afternoon, non-stop, until the racket becomes extremely heavy, and her arms cannot take it anymore. “Bravo”, Jake says clapping his hands, as she comes out of the parking lot. Jake is one of her classmates. She doesn’t go to school that often anymore; instead, she spends more time playing tennis. Jake is the only one who still keeps in touch with her. He goes on, “What a wonderful afternoon. How are you doing with your twin sister?”  He says mockingly.

“Go away!” She’s already used to the fact that people make fun of her.  And it makes her frustrated. She walks straight home and locks herself in her room. She won’t even let her sister go in. Then she drags an old box out of the shelf and carefully blows off the dirt. It is a hand-carved wooden box. She hasn’t opened it for almost two years now. It contains a lot of her memories, as well as her secret. She was born on a big farm. Her parents abandoned her before her second birthday. Afterward, her grandparents took over the legal guardianship of her. But unfortunately, they barely talk to her because she was always a troubled child. She tried so hard to find her sister after her parents left, and all the evidences of her are in this old-fashioned box. When she was young, she went to the local library and got two cards, she told the librarian that one of them is for her sister. The librarian humored her and she gave them to her; however, it has never been used.

One time on their birthdays, she wrote a birthday card to her twin sister and wished her happy birthday. But it has never been opened. As she grew up, she went to an elementary school that was near the farm. She never made any friends.  She would come home and talk to her sister about how mean the other children are to her at school.  She and her sister did everything together.

She is depressed but continues searching through the wooden box, and comes across a cell phone. It is the only gift that her grandparents bought for her. One day when she got lost in a strange place, she tried to use it, but she couldn’t understand why her sister didn’t answer her phone.  She eventually got a hold of her grandparents, who came and got her.  Her sister was there waiting in the car.  Today, she is totally desperate. She holds no evidence of the existence of the sister except for the items in her box which were given to them from family. She wonders why her sister only appears in the mirror now, and nowhere else. Her classmates, her grandparents, even her parents are laughing at her. She doesn’t understand. She doesn’t know why she follows her belief of her twin sister, when everyone else is saying she doesn’t have one. Maybe it is her curiosity. Her eyes start to get blurry, and tears begin to drop on the wooden box.  It blurs her past, her ideas and her mind.  They are not useful any more, and they are all empty and pointless. She realized that her family and friends are right. Her sister is not there beside her. It’s late at night. The stars shine in the dark sky and moon comes out to light her room up. She hopes that all of these events that happened today could be nightmare. But she knows that after she wakes up her sister will be there. Everything will be fine and her sister will lie in the same bed. But she won’t dare to close her eyes. Suddenly she takes but her tennis racket and a yellow ball, and quietly sneaks out of the house.  She walks with no aim, and eventually reaches the dilapidated parking lot that she has been to before. Surprisingly, there is someone there waiting for her.   Someone who she can’t clearly see the face of, but she can sense the familiar soul. That person standing there is just like her. There is also a tennis racket in her hand. It’s her savior ------- her twin sister. Without saying a word, they start the game. The frequency of the sound of the ball moving so high and it challenges her eyes.


We are meant to be together, me and my twin sister, she lives in my heart. We share our happiness and she helps me but when I’m struggling. There’s no need to prove her existence, because we are always right there beside each other.