On the average Sunday afternoon, my sister Caira and I obnoxiously sing and dance in the car to Liam Payne’s “Strip That Down” blasting on Z100. We have a choreographed set of dance moves that we perform while sitting down — sometimes in unison, other times we do the opposite of each other. On the rare occasion that I don’t sound terrible, she’ll tell me that I successfully sang a harmony. But most of the time, she gives me a weird look and tells me I’m singing off-key.
Whether we’re driving to Target to buy things we don’t need or Starbucks to get our caffeine fixes, we don’t care if someone sees us shimmying and flailing our arms at a red light.
That basically sums up my relationship with the person who I’m most thankful for.
Being only 17 months apart, people constantly mistake us for twins, but it makes sense. We look identical to people who don’t know us personally. When the barista at Starbucks asks if we’re twins, we always laugh and say no at the same time and in the same tone of voice. We’ve been told that it’s kind of creepy, but we can’t help it.
Not only do we look alike, but we share some of the same interests, clothes and even friends. There’s no one else I’d rather see “Waitress” on Broadway with over and over again. Whenever we fight, it usually takes just a few days for us to find something silly to giggle about. Unfortunately for me, it takes a lot longer for her to unblock me on Instagram.
It seems like a lot of siblings tend to be in competition with each other, but that’s not the case for us. She’s my biggest supporter, and she believes in me and my successes more than I ever could myself.