My brother and I are twins. For the first 18 years of our lives we spent every day together. I mean that almost literally: Aside from maybe 10 days I can think of, we spent every day together until we went to college.
Even though we only see each other a few days a year now and don’t talk all that regularly, the bond we share – “bond” not coming near close enough to explaining the strength of our connection – remains my most cherished possession.
Because of this, it always makes me sad when I hear about siblings who don’t get along.