Thursday June 9, 2016
Thursday, June 9, 2016
Me and Gigi go way back, way way back. Like, we were practically born in the same room on the same day. Our mother’s are twins. They planned their pregnancies to line up. Not even kidding. And, like, you can’t really plan when you’re gonna go into labour but Mama and Jean? Within two hours of each other. I was a bit preemie and Gigi was three days past her due date. It’s weird sharing a birthday and grandparents and genes but not having shared a uterus. That’s weird, right? It’s not just me? It’s weird that we barely even speak now, right? Even though people think WE are twins. My father is Iranian and Gigi’s father is Italian so really there’s no mistaking that we are not twins, but we do, we do look alike, I guess.