question I get asked. Growing up I have always been compared to my twin sister, we have been viewed as one. I have been always mistaken by my sister. I could say I have two names: My name giving to me at birth, Jasmine, and the name I have been responding to all my life, Melissa. Sometimes I wonder how my parents managed to keep track of which twin was which.
Melissa and I have always shared everything. Growing up, we were forced to share; toys, birthdays, rooms, friends, clothes, and an identity…
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