Twins Versus Singleton
Sometimes I feel bad for Vivi.
I get what is means to be a daughter. I also understand what it is like to be the first-born and a big sister. Like most people in the world, however, I have no idea what it means to be a sibling to "the twins." For Vivi, I think it must really suck sometimes.
This morning Vivi was complaining of a stomach ache and said she didn't want to go to camp. I knew she was probably feeling anxious and, after a long weekend of fun activities, it made sense to me that she would want to stay home. She still managed to get dressed and fully-accessorized but as she was lying on the floor complaining about camp, Jude came over and dumped a cup of water all over her. It drenched Vivi's "best favorite ever ruffly shirt" that she was wearing and she burst into tears.
I jumped up from the table, grabbed the cup from Jude, and yelled, "Why would you do that?" Jude burst into tears. Then in some kind-of strange twin symbiosis, Ellie ran over to Jude before Jude even began calling for her. Ellie embraced her as Jude rested her head on Ellie's shoulder. Jude's crying quickly subsided as Ellie rubbed her back and said, "Is alright Jude."
What struck me about this is that it was Vivi who was wronged. Ellie didn't run to her to make sure she was okay when she normally would have. Jude took priority and I realized how lonely it must be for Vivi sometimes. That amazing bond that Jude and Ellie share is lost on all of us but it most profoundly affects their big sister.
Jude did apologize to Vivi and she quickly changed into an even fancier outfit. I guess what she lacks in twins, she makes up for in sparkles.
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