• The Chosen Twin

    There were sounds coming from the other side of the room. At first it was impossible for me to tell what they were, but, slowly, I came to understand that they were voices, and one of those voices belonged to my sister. I tried to open my eyes. Something was urging me to go back to sleep, that what I was hearing didn’t matter, but I ignored that. What I was hearing did matter. As I stopped trying to open my eyes I found it easier to focus. Obviously I only had the mental strength to be able to fight to hear or to see. It wasn’t until much later…