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Bliźni

There was a story once, a myth that said twins were once forbidden lovers caught up in the throngs of passion and committed suicide together so they could finally live as one without the pain and suffering. If anyone knew us, they might have said the same things, we certainly were never apart. Not if we could ever help it…                                             ~~~      ~~~~     ~~~  

Abba was the oldest. If by oldest one could mean two minutes.  But he was never without the knowledge that he would keep Anna safe. Because she was his other half and they were actually just a single person with two bodies -that’s what his parents joked about. They both looked the same, fluffy blond hair, bright blue eyes fragmented with flecks of brown. When they are babies, they would scream without the other, whining and groping for the others arms and ears and soft dusty blond hair. As toddlers they would use each to pull themselves up and waddle down the halls, gurgling and chirping their own language to one another.   When they grew up and went to school, little changed. The kids liked to play with them, but the two little siblings always preferred each others company, the safety of each other made themselves safe and happy. It wasn't I...it was We. No one else mattered more than the other. “Nana!”  His voice, rang through the school yard as the young boy peeked his head around corners. His fluffly blond hair, curled slightly as it framed his cheeks. Cut short by his mothers scissors, and buzzed short with the undercut from his fathers razor. He was six, and he had to start looking like a man! He couldn't keep growing his hair out to look like Anna, he wasn't a girl and shouldn't look like one.  Wide blue eyes searched the halls and rooms for his sister, not stopping to tug up his white knee socks as he ran down the hallway. Abba finally found her at the cubbies and threw his arms around her shoulder and blowing a razz-berry against her already rosy cheeks. As Abba hugged his sister close he drew a small square against her bare wrist.  It was their wordless question if she wanted to spend their recess at their special place. Her own response was a yes –a small coo that he heard in her throat, too quiet for anyone else to hear.  Taking her hand tightly in his own they ran out into the school yard with the rest of the six and seven year olds. While the other kids screamed with laughter, ate in groups at the table and chased each other around the yard the pair branched off and sat at the corner with a large smooth rock and a handful of wildflowers they could reach if they stretched their arms out past the chain link fence.No one bothered them here, it was like they had their own little world.  “What do you wanna do today?” He asked, sitting cross legged beside her while he pulled out the sandwich their mother had made for them, tearing at the brown wax paper she wrapped it in. He took a bite, then handed it to her as he fell back onto the grass and blinked up at the clear blue sky. Their home sure was pretty. Papa says there is no prettier place in the world than Poland, not even America. But their older brother says America is the best, and once  they have enough money they are gonna move there and get them all a big house to live in, cuzz it’s away from all the old battlefields from the really big world war.