My Twin-Personal Narrative

Baby B Every present I received came in two, and every outfit I wore was doubled. No, there wasn’t something wrong with my vision, but I was a twin. We were dressed the same way, we grew up the same way, and we had the same genes. As best friends, we did everything together. We weren’t forced into activities, but it just happened that we had similar interests. We tried branching out without each other, but always ended up back where we started; together. My sister and I have always moved as a pair, and everything we did was done together. Though she was my sister and my best friend, she was also my biggest competition.
My sister is incredible, she is that kind of person who is good at basically everything she does. She accomplishes tasks with ease, and takes on every challenge as if it were nothing. However, I had to put work into everything I did, while only receiving mediocre results. I always compared myself to my sister, since we were expected to be equal. In everything we did, I fell short next to her. Even my name was secondary to hers. When we were born, my mom chose an ‘A’ name and a ‘B’ name. Being the second one born, my name naturally fell behind hers in the alphabet. She was superior in everything she did, while I was just

I have always felt insecure, and never good enough. I worked hard to get to where I am, and I am happy with who I have become. I don’t strive to be as good as my neighbor anymore, because I know that I can’t be something I am not. Comparing myself to somebody else’s accomplishments is foolish. Just as foolish as it would be to compare a monkey to a fish’s ability to swim. I am my biggest role model, and I can only be better than the person in the mirror. Every day is a new opportunity to be better than who I was yesterday. Role models die and heroes fade. As long as I am working towards a better me, my goal will always hold true and