Jeremiah Carter

When Jacob and I were little babies, fresh out of the hospital, our mom and dad had to stop for supplies for us. First, our mom took Jacob in one cart while our dad took me in another cart. Then Mom and Dad both went to different sections of the grocery store to look for the stuff that Jacob and I needed. As I lay there in the baby seat of the cart, the grocery store then started to transform into a gigantic maze with colorful cereal boxes and canned products for walls. Little baby me was clearly scared, I was sweating a flood.

Immediately, fear jumped into my body and made me its home. In a fearful response I yelled out to Jacob, “Ba,” to see if he was there next to me. I couldn’t hear anything so I called out to Jacob again, ”Ba!” but this time louder. This time I was relieved to hear Jacob yell back at me from across the store. The smell of butchered meats, fresh fruits, and vegetables was a smell that I was not well acquainted with. For the duration of being separated in the grocery store we would yell across the store in baby twin language. We became the intercom system.

While growing up my parents told us this story many times, and Jacob and I always thought it was funny and we would laugh. But this story emphasizes a special bond that Jacob and I have, that only twins have. People today still ask me what is it like to be a twin, and I just say “Nothing is special, it is just like having a brother (or sister) look just like you.” But, growing more mature I have realized that it’s a special relationship or brotherhood to share.

Jacob and I may look the same and have 99.98% the same D.N.A, but we are still two different people that love each other. Having this special relationship that no one else has and that is very thought provoking. The bond that Jacob and I share is like rubber cement. People don’t have this bond like Jacob and I have.