Unique

W hen I was young my best friend had a magnet on her kitchen fridge that read:

You are unique just like everyone else. Underneath those words was a picture of a line of penguins indistinguishable from each other.

Obviously I know that we’re all unique. The little things that make me “me” are things no one else shares not even my twin. Like my secret desire to have only turquoise lighting at my wedding — a desire I never had the guts to share with my mother-in-law who would have had to pay for it; my obsession with filling my small apartment with plant life and my equal and opposite dislike of flowers which die so quickly they just depress me. There’s my need to always wear heels because I’m slightly vertically challenged my style of clothes… there are so many small things that are unique to me.

Or so I thought until my brother got engaged.