Giggle Fits

By Beatrice McQuiston
April 8, 2012

  I have never been alone. I am not saying that I have never felt all alone, nor had the feeling that I could not talk to anyone, because everyone feels that way at times.  But as I really think about it, I realize that it would be selfish to think this way because I have a family.  A family that I know will always be there for me, to give me love and support.  In fact, I have it better than most people.  I am one of the lucky ones in the world because even though I can at times feel alone, my heart, soul and mind will always be attached to someone else. My twin sister, Natalie.

I always knew that having a sister was a gift, but having a twin sister felt different. I always had a best friend who immediately knew everything about me. As we grew up, my sister and I were inseparable. I never had to do anything alone because Natalie was always there with me. She was my comfort. She was always the more daring one.  Natalie was the one who would be absolutely fine with going to summer camps and new schools, and to places where she did not know anyone. I would just stick to her like glue until I became at ease to break away. It was how we grew up, always together in every new experience of our life.

People that know my sister and I would not even think that we were related. We are total opposites. I have dark brown hair with no freckles and she has light brown hair with freckles. I am loud and outgoing and she is quiet and shy. We act, dress, look, and talk totally different. But being so different has never stopped us from being close and to me especially, the feeling that we are one person. My thoughts are her thoughts. Whenever I am having a bad day or just cannot think of a character in a movie, Natalie knows my problem or answer. We finish each other’s sentences.

Sometimes my sister and I become wrapped up in what my parents call “giggle fits.” No matter how old we get, or where we are, we’ll burst into uncontrollable laughter. It does not matter if we are on an eight-hour family car ride, in the middle of a quiet museum, or just at home alone. With just one look from my sister, I can read her thoughts. And once she recognizes that I understand what she thinks is funny, we can no longer hold it in. Most of the time we do not have anything to really be laughing about, but just one look, and we can burst into laughter.


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