My twin brother and I, on the night before our 5th birthday, snuggled together.
As we did on Christmas Eve.
We fought with each other daily but actually loved each other and were there for each other.
We had it in our minds, that age 10 was the oldest you could be.
We could count to 10, so we knew we were about to be middle aged.
I remember a cake being presented to us, and looking at him before we blew the candles out with a deep sadness.
We would only have 1,2,3,4….5 years left to our lives.
We’d better make the most of it.
He inexplicably lived another 14 years.
I’m still going.
It’s so interesting to remember what was believed in childhood.
I’m so glad to be alive. Wish he was too.