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The author reflects on the struggles of being a twin, feeling overshadowed and defined solely by her twin sister, Kayla. A simple comment about seeing her twin triggers deep feelings of resentment and a sense of losing her individual identity. The narrative explores the cyclical nature of their intertwined lives and the haunting phrase that encapsulates her experience.

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Column Writing

The author reflects on the struggles of being a twin, feeling overshadowed and defined solely by her twin sister, Kayla. A simple comment about seeing her twin triggers deep feelings of resentment and a sense of losing her individual identity. The narrative explores the cyclical nature of their intertwined lives and the haunting phrase that encapsulates her experience.

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Name: Krista Fleming Column Writing

“I saw your twin today.”


With one sentence, my heart drops. The world pauses, if only for an instant, and the
silence that rings after is a bullet to my heart. It’s a quick recovery, though. I’ve learned not to
falter. Conversation moves on quickly, and though there was no malice behind her words, I lay
awake that night replaying the moment
Kayla is fast asleep next to me, like a reminder of what the world has deemed me. I know
it’s not her fault, I know there have been nights where the situation is reversed, but it doesn’t stop
the turning in my stomach. A twin, that’s all I’d ever be.
In past years, I had been glad for it. It was always something I could say on the first day
of school, when the class gathered in a circle and the teacher made us share a fun fact. A simple
way for people to ask you questions, to make friends.
A room over, my twin was always doing the same thing.
Now things couldn’t be more different. Now resentment is too common of a feeling.
We’ve always had the same friends, no matter where we went. At church, our friend group has
always had the both of us. At school, I can barely go five minutes without hearing her name
associated with mine.
I can’t get comfortable in my own bed, replaying memories of things that happened years
ago. Memories where my friends become hers, where I’m introduced as the twin, where I’m
never known as myself.
I saw your twin today. I saw your twin today. I saw your twin today.
The sentence haunts me, despite knowing it was never meant to be harmful. It’ll follow
me, too, no matter where I go. The years repeat, every time I think I’m out of the system, the
sentence comes back. The cycle repeats and I’m tied to it.
I bring a friend over, they befriend Kayla.
Kayla meets someone new, I already knew them.
We make our own friends, friend groups combine.
It’s a life cycle for the two of us, and I know it’ll stay the same for years. Krista and
Kayla are names I rarely hear these days, the twins are all we’re known as. A life cycle where
one sentence follows me like a curse, where everyone is doomed to say the same thing.
I saw your twin today.

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