My sister and I are sisters by fate. We wish the circumstances connecting our lives had been different, but we are perpetually grateful we are sisters.
Beth and I celebrate Sister’s Day, which falls on as many days of the year as we need it to. The basic requirements for Sister’s Day are shopping, a spa ritual, a social experiment, and lunch. In times of great duress, (which amazingly occur when scheduled), Sister’s Day turns into Sisters Days.
We’ve been asked countless times if we are good friends. We say we are sisters and wait for a perplexed, blank, or shocked look to appear on the person’s face. We (ho hum) prepare for what will almost certainly come next, “You don’t look like sisters”.
After hearing this countless times, we decided to conduct one of our Social Experiments. (Our Social Experiments are as follows: What will people do if we <fill in the blank>.) In this situation, what will people do if we lie about why we don’t look alike.
We’ve been testing this Social Experiment for years. We said we had a rare genetic disease—FRC Chromosome Disease. Recessive female characteristics from opposite sides of the family appeared in us after six generations. Beth (4’10”) said she had Pseudo Dwarfism; the rest of the family was tall. I said I was the only one in the family who resembled our Norwegian great grandfather who had an illicit love affair with our gypsy Great Grandmother.
We said we were Vietnamese. I explained my mother was an American in Saigon during the war. We were caught off guard by the response this drew, “But you don’t look Vietnamese.”
We had to up our game. Due to an overwhelming response, we found our number one favorite lie: I am adopted by a Vietnamese family. We are astounded, yet quite pleased by the amount of people who believe us. It only encourages us to see how many ignorant, prejudiced, morons exist in the world. Here’s how we work:
I sadly say, “My parents were Buddhist missionaries in Vietnam during the war. They died in a motorbike accident.”
Beth adds, “My parents were the Nixon’s best friends and owned the mission. They couldn’t leave their friend’s orphaned daughter alone in To Am Orphanage.”
I add, “Especially during all that bombing. But I don’t remember any Vietnamese except To Am means something about a bird's nest.”
Beth shrugs. “I don’t know any Vietnamese. Our parents immigrated shortly after I was born. I think they got us out on one of those Huey Helicopters.”
I’ve been told I was lucky to “escape” Vietnam and I’m fortunate to be part of that Vietnamese family. Beth and I smile. The results from our Social Experiments are occasionally quite accurate.
We have a younger brother. His name is Jason and he is Beth’s twin. I am very fortunate to be part of a Vietnamese family.
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