My English in English #5
I am a twin. Not identical but fraternal. I am older, about several minutes older, I heard. As a child, I didn’t like being a twin because we always wore the same type of clothes with different colors and answered the same kinds of questions about what it was like being a twin. In junior high school, going through adolescence, I even hated myself and my brother being compared about everything from who could run faster to who was cleverer, and even who was better-looking.
Luckily, we went to different high schools. I was finally able to by myself without being compared, but it lasted only three years because we ended up going to the United States together after graduation. It seems to me that this twin comparison never ends wherever we go.
Anyway, we landed on Chicago O’Hare International Airport, one of the busiest airports in the world. Everything looked huge – terminals and passageways. I was also amazed by the variety of peoples arriving at and departing from the airport.
Going through immigration procedures and coming out of the gate, we were welcomed by a family of my father’s friend. We both said, “Nice to meet you. We are Sasaki. Twin brothers, as you probably have heard already.…”
(to be continued)