A twin’s relationship is one of the strangest yet completely natural relationships I have experienced. Twins are tasked with being each other’s mentor, guiding hand, and best friend who somehow have to find a way to be civilized by the time we need to face the public. On a usual morning I wake up to find myself looking at ceiling tiles, by the time my eyes adjust I can usually locate Anna bumbling about the small room. Every morning she miraculously hears me stirring and reminds me that I actually need to leave the serenity of my bed. Personally, her peppy morning reminders have always struck a sour note with me because the ability to find happiness at that hour is inhuman. By the time I actually drag myself out of bed she already prepared her possible outfit of choice for the day and asks my opinion. The inevitable response most mornings does not challenge my groggy brain, but when the questionable outfit presents itself, I am forced to walk a thin line. As her best friend I am obligated to tell her my honest opinion as I am looking out for her best interest and chances are she would rather hear the opinion from me now than a stranger later. However, as her sister I am willing to say anything that would defuse the hurt and anger coming from her if my opinion doesn’t live up to her expectations. As the morning progresses we still find ourselves going about our mundane routine in the other’s company, we find ourselves idly chatting about school, friends, or the latest plans. We walk into school together but soon find ourselves engaged in separate conversations. We are reunited again at our lockers. The morning friends usually meander over to our centrally located lockers to regale tails worthy tails of the previous day and soon I find myself going in a different direction without melancholy feelings because I know that we will be reunited once more at home. As night falls, Anna and I find ourselves tired from the evening’s activities and finally starting on our homework. Though we most likely aren’t even in the same vicinity, we can sense when the other is struggling. An aura of frustration overcomes the entire house. That is our cue to step in and help guide and ease the mind of the frustrated student. When we finally retire to our sanctuary, the last remaining opinions of the day are released; each acts as a mental rebound. No matter what happened that day or the moods that we are in, when the day is drawing to an end all emotions slip away and tranquility fills the room. As sleep overcomes the room, we are comforted knowing that our guardian is resting only reach away.