Speech Writing

So its my twin sister and my birthday next week and in celebration we're having a family party in which my parents want me to write a speech and inform the world of my unconditional adoration for this girl I've spent the entirety of my life with. I understand my parent's reasons - I mean, I was even with this girl in THE WOMB, so surely that must count for something? She and I go waaaayyy back.

It's Saturday and what better day to write a speech about this girl. The sun is shining and its the most perfect day for all the world and it's happiness to blossom. I was contemplating simply voicing the poem I wrote abut my twin sister last year but she figured I might do that and therefore, my speech would not be original and she wouldn't find it interesting. Perhaps I shall incorporate it somehow. Maybe I should talk about the day she forced me to pour plant soil all over the living room of our little cul-de-sac home when we were too young to understand that carpets don't need to grow; it is their purpose to appear lifeless. Or perhaps the time she prayed to God for her safety whilst my mum, in a fit of absolute rage and despair, took off with the two of us cursing the day we were born, purely because we had left our PE bags at school. Or even better, the day I passed my driving test first time, four months after she had had failed her first test, and had continued to fail two more in the meantime.

My twin sister is my life. Without her, I wouldn't be Me. When you share the beginnings of your life together, even though you scientifically cannot remember a thing about it, in the unconscious self we all appear to have, I remember. If I didn't, there wouldn't be a hole in my heart every time I am away from my twin sister for longer than 24 hours. We have learnt from each other and we continue to learn from each other. I trust her judgement more than I trust anyone else's and that isn't because she's a good judge, it is simply because she is part of me and whatever she believes has an influence on whatever I believe. We are defninitely two very different people - she brushes her hair and I don't - but our mindsets and the way we both know each other more than we, on the surface, realise, makes us one.

So to you, Rosie. 'Sisterhood' to me, means you. A place I can go when my head keeps telling my heart to stop beating. I love you.

And Happy Birthday.