Apparently, I Am Still a Twin. Or a Triplet.

Even though I’m not either of them. I don’t have a twin, and I’m not a part of a set of three, either.

There is a strong family resemblance between me and my three sisters and between us and our mother. Everyone knows we’re family.

So much so that three of us have been mistaken for triplets.

This wouldn’t bother me so much if I wasn’t four years older than one of them and eight years older than the other.

People say I’ll like that when I get older, not looking my age, but I haven’t learned to appreciate it yet.

I got mistaken for the sister that’s eight years younger than me again today.

I’d go buy alcohol at this point, but then they’d card me, and it’s just not worth the hassle.