Individual Identities – Sisters

I’m currently twenty three years old and have overbearing parents. Don’t get me wrong, I love my parents and everything they have done for me throughout the years. Despite this fact, there are times when my parents cross the boundaries. In the culture that we live in today, where parents are expected to throw their kids out of the house when they reach a certain age, my parents have actually been very loving in regards to how my sister and I were treated.

Since the days of our childhood, my sister and I always got everything we wanted. My parents made sure to give us an abundance of toys, shoes, video games, ice cream; They took care of everything. We were blessed to say the least. However, despite all this material wealth, there were other problems that reared their ugly heads. For one, my parents treated my sister and I as if we were twin replica purses. We never knew who was the original and who was the replica purse.

I guess my parents wanted to have identical twins. Well that didnt happen so I believe they thought that they could make us look like twins. There is about a year difference between my sister and me ” both of us practically look the same age though. Whenever our parents would get something for us it would be identical. While we were growing we liked and enjoyed it despite them being the exact same gift. I, being the elder one, would get my hand on my sisters stuff when I would ruin my own. The stuff being identical no one could know that I actually switched my ruined one with my sisters. She was the one who used to keep her stuff in good shape. She has never known until now that I used to do that. If you ask her she would probably express her surprise to find out that her stuff would go bad because of me.

Once we entered our teenage years we started to express the need to have different things, but our parents would not budge on the subject. This resulted in many arguments and fights on the subject. After a while, my father finally said that if we wanted our own things then we’d have to make our own money and buy them. So we both decided to get jobs so we could make this happen. In retrospect, it was all actually a great motivational process. My sister and I both found good jobs and our father bought us both nice cars to get to our jobs. As you probably know by now, the cars were identical in every way.

Now we’re all older and live in separate cities but whenever we get together for family reunions our parents still manage to buy us the same exact presents. I’ve realized that they will never change their habits and will always treat us as if we were replica purses. I guess my sister and I just have to live with the fact that our parents are strange.