Baby A Twin-Personal Narrative

Dizygotic /dīzīˈɡädik/; twins derived from two separate fertilized eggs, making every chromosome different within the genetic makeup. From the second my life was formed, her life was formed - I was “Baby A”, she was “Baby B”. They gave me the pink stuff and her the blue stuff. Difference was a quality that was born into our DNA; a quality that has played into my life of 17 years, one that makes me who I am today. But whether we were two separate zygotes or “non-identical”, being a twin is an aspect in my life that completes my identity and a part of me I couldn’t live without. Baby A born five pounds and fifteen ounces, with hazel eyes and brown hair, followed three minutes later by Baby B, born five pounds and six ounces, with blue eyes and light brown hair. The contrast of our physical appearance was the first thing that made us different. For the first four years of our lives, we were dressed the same
She liked swimming, I liked soccer, she became a girl scout, I quit Brownies, she cried at gymnastics, I couldn’t get enough of it, she started playing field hockey, lacrosse and running quickly became my own. She could call those hers, I could call these mine: the things we found recognition in that the other couldn’t. Our 15th and 16th years of age brought us change and clarification of who we really are- the things that make independent, the things that defined us as Julia and Grace. I am Julia, “Baby A”, the one who found a love for being active and pursuing interests in health and nutrition, one who likes the challenge of a rubix cube or reading Harry Potter. Grace, “Baby B”, who found her emerging talent in art and math, caring for children and the elder, who continues to feed her coffee addiction with starbucks every day. These are the interests that make us separate, the ones that make us