We did everything together. We passed everything together. Our relationship is, something that existed inevitably, because we came from the same womb. We're told that we're one of those which don't fight and get along very well. I'm happy to say so. We had a great time. We had the same interests then, when it came to cartoons and games - two things that revolve around our lives. I remember the times we spent in front of the computer in the corner of our father's office at home, taking turns playing Barbie games. I remember the weird TV show we produced together, the MC your favorite brown stuffed puppy, the studio being in the car that took us everywhere, when we experience long car rides in good ol' Jakarta. The matching clothes that we'd wear. Lots of cute and irreplaceable moments that I can't name here. Even though we are, in a lot of ways, opposites; we'd always find something about us that are the same.
The petite, brown-skinned woman is someone who played a big role in my life. Even though we have no family-relation, we are each so familiar to each other, we feel like family. She took care of me since I was a (not so) little baby (she'd brag about how heavy I was). She cooks for me and my sister, washes our clothes, picks us up sometimes from school. I did not have many friends at home back then - so my only company was she and my sister. We'd play a lot together. Bouncing off rubber balls in the garage; biking in the neighborhood; going on explorations across the neighborhood to find something new; playing snakes and ladders, laughing out loud for reasons like missing the tall ladder or going down the longest snake; and the list of it goes on. I cried hard when we parted the day I moved to East Borneo - she cried too.
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