"This is me?
No. Mom said this is me.
But, I feel this is me.
Oh ... No. Anyway, this is we.
I'm so lucky to be born with my best friend, you, my twin sister.
When I was young, I used to tell those boys and girls in such a proud tone, "This is MY sister, mine".
We do everything together, like peanut butter and jelly. Double bed, double toy and double fun, we are hardly ever apart. But sometimes, it means double trouble too.
When most families only have one child to raise, it is not easy for mom and dad to bring up two.
Thanks to their double love we grew up safely, smoothly and happily. But I know one day will come, and it does. One day, you would not belong to me any more. One day, I got a brother; Mom and dad gained a son. One day, you got married. A little jealousy for the lucky guy, but I know it's your day. From then on, life changes.
This is you, a doctor caring for moms and babies. This is me, a journalist crazy for deadlines.
You are on your road, I'm on mine.
But we are still we."