They where twins. Not from the same egg, but always lumped together. One would assume the parents would understand, being from large families themselves, that their daughters might want their own identities. Not so much. Extenuating circumstances, and after all, they where an accident that somehow made it into the world.
At first it was bearable to be AldisandGriseldis. They where in it together, and that was the most important thing. If they where to be treated as one organism, they should function as one.
Problems arouse. AldisandGriseldis were smart children, no doubt getting it from their father, but Griseldis was motivated. She wasn’t just keeping it in her back pocket for a rainy day, like Aldis. ”I want to be successful one day. I want to live in a big house, where I have plenty of room to move around. I want a career of my own, so I can provide for my family.”
“I like sharing a room with you.” Aldis replied. It seemed small, a bit too short of a response, but that was how she felt. She liked how they pushed their beds together at night, lying awake and listening to the other breath, sharing toys and clothes, and how they functioned as one. It was simple and it was pleasing. Aldis needed Griseldis, who was much more mature for her age and better at planning ways to get out of trouble, and Griseldis needed Aldis (though she would never admit it) as her defense from other children, who could be so cruel.
Griseldis would outgrow that. She left home to stay with other family members, extenuating circumstances again rising. Those who knew the family would talk about how hard it must have been for Griseldis, the younger and more sensitive twin to leave home, but no one would talk about how hard it was for Aldis to stay.
There was no AldisandGriseldis anymore. It was just Aldis, as if she had been excised from her mother’s womb again, and this was the first day of the rest of her life. Aldis did not adjust well, she looked for trouble and easily found it, as if Griseldis would have to come back and keep her sister out it.
“This is a new beginning.” Her father told her, as she cleaned her room.
She rebirthed herself from a nest of forgotten clothing and detention slips.
She grew up to fast, eager to see what the world had to offer.
It was a new beginning, nonetheless.