Long Lost Twins? *Once-lerxGreed-ler*

I sat up. My mother was calling me to breakfast. I turned my head towards the clock. 12:30. "Wow, I slept in for a long time!" I said and got out of bed.

I looked down at my feet. I stared at my pajamas. The bunnies on my pants blinded me. My mother called me again. "Hold on, mother, I'm coming!" I got on my pink bunny slippers and headed downstairs.

I looked at the table. There were burnt pancakes and the air smelled awful. Almost like smog in the air. But, this was different.

"Uhm, what is this?" I asked and gestured toward the table.

"It's breakfast. Now sit down and eat."
my mother said. Quite frankly, I'm tired of my mother. Of course, Brett is her favorite. Just, need someone to actually relate to.

I was called down to the living room. Only my mom sat on the couch, no one else.

"So, did you need me?" I asked and walked slowly toward my mother.

"You have a long lost twin. We didn't name him, but he was, different. That's why we left him." My mother finally admitted.