Throughout every chapter of my life there has always been one constant, my twin sister Jenn. At times it felt as if our lives were drifting apart, like when she moved away, but we’ve always found our way back to each other. As cliché as it sounds, for me Jenn is ‘home’ and together it feels like we can accomplish anything.
Even at three years old, we were what our parents called ‘a force to be reckoned with’. After a nap (consisting of zero sleep), we once pulled at a tiny bit of loose wallpaper in our room until we’d stripped a whole section bare. Our poor mum Debra and dad John didn’t find it as hilarious as we did.
Months later, we were given our own bedrooms. But that first
