One Body Two Ghosts

Summary

In preschool, the other kids called me a freak.

I didn’t want to be a freak. More than that, I didn’t want to be the reason my mother cried.

That day, I finally found the shards of courage I’d been hiding and told her: I didn’t want to play my brother anymore. I even asked her if she could just let him eat me—let the ghost of the boy take what was left.

But Mom said I’d already done the eating. She told me I ate him while we were still in her womb.

Back then, she’d used the promise of twins—a boy and a girl, the perfect "million-dollar" pregnancy—to marry into a family that lived behind…