Summary
My sister and I are twins, identical twins. At birth, our weight difference was only 50 grams. The nurses tied different colored bands on our ankles, otherwise even our mom couldn’t tell us apart. My sister is named Lin Xiaoyue, and I’m Lin Xiaoyang. Our grandpa gave us our names, saying one of us was gentle like the moon and the other lively like the sun. He didn’t realize these names would become lifelong labels for us. When we were three and started kindergarten, our teacher asked us to draw our moms. Xiaoyue’s drawing was put in the most prominent spot in the classroom—a small person in a dress, with neat little flowers beside her. My drawing was taken away by the teacher—Mom had horns on her head and was holding a spatula as a weapon.