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Okay, so, whenever anyone from my generation of family gets pregnant or, you know, gets

someone pregnant, when the happy news is announced, after the cheers to shout, congratulations,

the baby name suggestions, when I'm aunties or uncles to always say, watch out now, because

twins running out family. I've always heard that. I always knew that. In fact, when

the doctor did the ultrasound for my own children, I told her, be sure to take a good look

around, you know, because twins run in our family. But recently, my cousin announced

that she's having a baby. When the folks started with the twins thing, I think, you know,

what twins? My dad's not a twin. My uncles are not twins. My aunties, my grandparents,

were all these twins. And my family is like, I don't know. You just can't ask for simple

answers to simple questions. Everything's got to be difficult. And I found the best way

to uncover something is to act like you already know it. So, at a recent gathering, after

I see her drink, her second glass of lascato, I slide over next to my auntie. Auntie, I

can't decide which one of us, the twins, would most resemble. No, I say they, they really

favor your uncle, Eddie. And she's sciles, angry, fuming, because I actually tricked some

real information out. Won't say another word to me, but I get from my uncle, well, in

twins here. Your grandmother, she never drove again. You know that? You know, after the accident,

a nod, accident. And it's like, with just a few words, my entire childhood shifts.

I certainly knew we lived under a cloud, under a shadow. I could see it. And my grandmother's eyes,

even when she laughed, when she hugged me, when she kissed me, the darkness was always there

right next to her power, right next to her strain. I just never knew what to call it. And

having something to call it, recalling how she sometimes fought back tears in order to

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