Like Her

This is my life...

I'm Melissa. Recently I woke up not knowing who I was. Now that's scary but you know what was more scary? Facing up to the truth.

I used to live with my mother, father and my twin sister Minnie in a small village by the coast. It was beautiful. Every morning we would wake up to hear the graceful waves crash upon the smooth sand. Surrounded by the fresh cut grass and the tall trees that would hover over our dream home. So perfect.
As my mother used to say enjoy the happiness of an open door before it closes.
It was a great childhood. Unknown to the world and not realising what I took for granted.

I didn't know why my parents devorced after what seemed an amazing marriage for 20 years but I was to young to understand. Still getting over the changes, my mum, she died of cancer a couple months later. Unknown to this secrecy, we continued with are lives . We knew everything was a mess. And dad he never talked. Mum was the one to talk to when you were down. Dad was to busy with his work to even care. But he loved us and we loved him back despite what we were going through.

Me and Minnie, we were still together. Never apart. People always thought that twins are like two people merged into one and so we are treated as 1. The twinlings is what everyone called us. We would spend every moment together. She was always the half I wasn't. We solved each other's problems and we could laugh for hours on end never regretting a second.

Of course we became individual. Going our separate ways when we were teens. Different hobbies, interests and styles which because of this would lead to arguments of disagreement. At the time it wasn't that bad. You know we would laugh it of with some play fighting which was acutely something I missed back in those days. It wasn't until we had separate friendship groups and we took completely different classes at school, that we would see less of each other. No more helping each other with homework and no more really of anything. No time to talk as we had other things to worry about.

5 years later my Dad had found a new women and in their words they were madly in love. It made me feel sick. I didn't feel right. I know it had been 5 years since mum passed away but I wonder what she'd think. A bit to soon don't you think, give yourself more time, your rushing into things. I wish I could also say the same thing to my sister Minnie. She had moved into her own apartment up country and we were both at collage. Well different collages. I hadnt moved, I , the kind one actually cared about dad . Although he spoke with such confidence and power, he wasn't that tough and he still isn't stronger enough to cope.

You may be wondering why this women of his didn't have the heart and responsibility to care about my dad, well let me tell you a little bit about her. She was only really there to clean and organise the house to start with. However things became more series when dad stopped paying her. It was never true love, dad just had that little bit of him missing. Her name was Ruby and unlike Ruby's I know, she was extremely bossy and rude. She was selfish and she was defiantly not a caring person. She was only seen relaxing in the garden with a glass of red wine. Always pestering dad to do things for her . She never cleaned and organised. She never did anything.

Dad on the other hand, was a painter. Known by everyone in the village.They recognised his work because of his use of bright colours and an interesting happy theme which always made the customers want to buy. Not anymore. His paintings were dark with no thoughts. He could no longer pay the bills so consequently he had to get a day job. Well for as long as he could before he would get fired. He has had over 5 jobs in the last month. They all said there was no connection between him and the customers. Basically he was too grumpy.