When we were born, we were holding hands.
It may be strange, but that's how it is. My sister and I were born like that, her right holding onto my left. The explanation is simple: our hands had "grown togeher" in siamese twins-style. Naturally the doctors decided to cut us apart, it wouldn't be dangerous, it was only our skin that held us together. They speculated that we wouldn't even get scars.
So we were separated for the first time in our lives.
Mom told me, that after the operation I was crying. Nothing abnormal, babies always cry. The weird part was that my sister didn't cry. She never cried when she was born. She was just looking everyone with huge eyes that showed no sign of fear.
Instead there was calmness and wisdom.
I cried a lot. They tried everything to calm me, but I didn't stop.
The last plan to shut me up was to place me next to my sister.
I stopped.
After that everything went almost normally (meaning I was always sleeping in the same bed with my Lookin'-Too-Damn-Wise-For-Her-Own-Good-sister).
And then, about a week after our departure for home, my sister fell from the bed.
It was weird. According to my dad normal babies are not able to stand in that age, but that was the only possible explanation. She had probably stood in bed and fell. Dad heard the noise of something hitting the floor and went to check.
It was a shock to see the precious daughter on the floor with bleeding head, seemingly unconscious.
And the weirdest part is that she had died.
No, I'm not lying. She was physically dead. Dad called a doctor to check her, but there was nothing he could do.
Dad called mom and told what had happened. They cried.
I cried.
The doctor was sorry for not being able to save my sister.
Mom decided to try calming me down and placed my dead sister next to me in bed. She told me that I was clinging to her like my (or her) life depended from it.
That was the second time of separation in our lives.
They couldn't bring themselves to take my sister away.
We'll do it in the morning, they decided.
Whatever happened that night, nobody knows.
All we know is that the next morning my sister was alive.
TO BE CONTINUED... I hope so...
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