When Twins Become One

Eight years ago, we celebrated our first Christmas without you. Your brother was a kid then, and we all did not know what to celebrate.

Time has since assumed its pace in a nonchalant way. You would have been a twenty year old young woman with hazel eyes and night dark hair. You would have thrown sand on your twin brother at the beach. You would have talked about boys, and boys would have talked about you.

Your brother is often pensive, alone, on the beach. He is a young man now and he talks about girls. But he does not throw sand on anyone at the beach. Your name is on his arm, his soul, and his wonders.

During the holidays, he feels alone on the beach.

December 17, 2013

© Vahé Kazandjian, 2013