“Sarah! Help me, Myrah fell in the washroom!" My mom screamed my name and I got up from my comfortable couch to deal with my oh-so-sweet fraternal twin, Myrah

         As soon as I reached the washroom a sense of annoyance hit me like the smell of a rotten egg. I took in the sight in front of me. My sister in an awkward position as she is trying to stand up and my mom crunched down just to help her. Mom had a weird expression on her face which at different circumstance I would have found funny but right now I had to help my awful sister.

        Since I was a sportsperson, I was stronger than my mother and definitely much stronger than Myrah. So, it was easier for me to pull her up without mom's help. Myrah got up and held her cane and gave me an I-am-sorry look before limping towards our bedroom.

        I looked at mom and said,“Why is she so dependent? I hate her.”

        As a reply mom hushed me and whispered,“She can hear you and you need to be more understanding towards her.” I simply rolled my eyes and stormed towards my room.

       I found Myrah sitting on her bed with her left leg spread. Due to some problem she was unable to fold her left leg. I felt grateful that we had separate beds otherwise I would have woken up on the floor. I chuckled at this thought. But I was brought out from my trance when she asked me about my football practice.

       “It went well exhausting but still I had fun. Atleast its better than picking up dependent personalities.” I replied, taunting her in the last phase and hurt and guilt were clearly visible in her eyes. But I did not feel guilt-ridden by it. She had made my life a living hell.

      Since childhood, it was me who had to do all her chores. It did not mattered whether it was tying her shoelaces or pulling her up from the floor. The worst thing was no one cared whether I was tired or not, she always got all the sympathy, affection and attention.

       I have anectodes from my last sixteen years of life where it had happened when both of us have fallen sick but it was always her who got the attention. Sometimes, after practices or a match I felt so exhausted that I only wanted to be embraced by sleep but still I had to take care of my overgrown baby sister and today was one of those days.

        “Myrah, have you done your homework?” I asked her. Since, both of us are in the same class.

      “Yes, it is kept on the table. Let me get it for you?” She said while trying to get up.

       But I stopped her. “No! You sit, I'll get it. I don't want you to fall again.” I said while taking a smile which she returned with a real one and I felt a pinch of guilt.

       I started coping her homework. Afterall, its me who ties her shoelaces every morning and help her to climb stairs. I deserve a 'thank you' gift.

       “I am sorry Sarah.” I was taken aback by Myrah's sudden apologetic voice.

        “Why?” I asked completely confused as to why she was apologizing to me out of the blue. It was not that I have taunted her for the first time today.

     “Nothing.” She sighed and wished me goodnight before drifting off to sleep. While I switched off the lights and went to bed as well.