Organized Chaos

Don’t you know that everyone has their own twin? Well, I have a true story regarding this. And you’ll find out by yourself that you have…

I met him since I was a child. He really looks like just me but the only difference is I’m more handsome than him. I grew up having this clone of mine. I don’t know how he can imitate my movement but probably, I think it’s just normal because we are identical twins. So, I just ignored this matter.

Everywhere I go, he follows. It feels like just I know him because we agree on the same thing. We really have something in common. So I guess he is the best friend I can call…

We grew up in a routine of replicating each other. And we are happy playing with ourselves. If I will count how many arguments we had, I might say that we never fought or kick each other ass for the reason that we truly have the same mind.

By accident, I was admitted in the hospital because our family doctor told me to. So I stay there for so many days, and my twin is always there for me to support.

Then suddenly, I just heard that the doctor and my uncle were having a conversation near at the door of my room. And he confessed on Tito Cesar that I have a severe disease. I have a bone cancer.

I can’t help it but cry silently. I don’t want them to notice that I already know about my situation. My twin seemed to be lonely also, I can see his teary eyes and he’s obviously hurting inside.

I know that I will not be easily healed because one in a million survived in this disastrous illness like I got. So, I just make the most of my life, I tried to be happy in spite of my hidden agitation. What I mean is, crying will not help me to be strong again!

As days passed, the vitality in me slowly fades… I feel like I’m lifeless and my bones are aching too much! I can’t resist this, I’m dying!

My twin is weeping a lot, it’s apparent that he is pity on my condition and he shows so much concern. As I was crying too, waiting for the time on when I will take my last breathe…

Everyone around me is praying for a miracle that God will send his vision to cure my disease. They are filled with hope that I will still survive. My tears continued to flow on my cheeks; it suffers me in so much pain. I want to hold on still but I can’t take it anymore!

I said my last words to my family, saying that I love them so much and I will wait for them in the second life. I take a vow that we will live again in another paradise wherein we will enjoy the eternal life.

My eyes searched for my best friend. I am seeking for my long-time friend; I borrowed my old mirror to talk to my twin. Yes! It was my reflection that I call bestfriend, my twin!

He is my friend that will go with me until the time of death. And now, my twin and I took our final gasp. And we died together. Just like imitating our movements, he copied my condition to go with me along the way… And my twin and I will leave this sinful world with a smile… That’s what friends are for!

Hence, I guess the story helps you to find for your twin and bestfriend. So now, bear in your mind that “The only bestfriend you can call is yourself…”