Sixteen years passed.
I was now a Grade 11 student in senior high school. I had good friends. My best friend Glenn, who was always beside me. Danica, my cheerful classmate. And my crush — a senior, one year ahead of me. His smile made my heart beat fast.
Life felt normal.
Until one afternoon, everything changed.
My parents met a girl in a café.
She looked a little like me.
She claimed she was Angelica Delavin.
My parents didn't believe it at first. But they asked for a DNA test.
And it matched.
I remember when they brought her home. My mom was crying. My dad hugged her tightly. My brother looked shocked but happy.
I stood there, smiling.
"My twin sister…" I whispered.
She hugged me.
But when she pulled away, the way she looked at me felt cold.
I ignored it. Maybe I was just nervous.
She told us her life was hard. Poor. Struggling. She said she suffered every day.
I felt guilty.
I had everything while she had nothing.
So when she demanded my room — the one I designed myself — I gave it to her.
"It's okay," I told my parents. "She deserves it."
She smiled sweetly in front of them.
But when we were alone, she whispered, "You're too easy."
I didn't understand what she meant.
Not yet.