I was outside, sitting on my porch swing with my golden retriever Phoebe at my feet. The guests would be arriving soon to celebrate my, I mean our birthday. July 24th 1942 was the day I was born, and three minutes behind was my twin brother James. We were turning 70 today, from now on we’ll officially be known as senior citizens at IHOP. James has been living at my house for the mast four months because his wife Evangeline passed away. I couldn’t bare to see him sad and alone in that big house of his so I insisted he stay with me. After all were a family, always and forever.
I went inside the house with Phoebe beside me, I stopped when I reached the staircase. Their was a picture there of James and I on our first trip back to France after we moved to Virginia. Our father was french and lived their with my mother until a year after we were born.