My brother and I are often confused for one another. Despite being five and a half years apart in age, we look identical give or take 3-5 years. The cashier at the Chinese restaurant where my family regularly gets takeout always asks whether I am the younger or older brother. I want to ask, What do you think? Who has deeper crow’s eyes? Who will need Botox sooner?
She is not the only person who confuses us. My grandmother has suffered memory problems the last few years, and I often find myself being called by my brother’s name and asked how is school going – or where am I in school. Conveniently on the former, I still am in school, so I can balance the act of being both my brother and myself. “School is going well,” I say. Am I answering for myself or my brother? Not even I am sure.Read More