Opening Words

"Remus and Roman, Roman and Remus!" Our mother used to sing when she'd scoop us up into her arms like we were a gift from the heavens. She'd swing us through the air, when we were still small enough for her to. She used to nuzzle her nose against ours and coo. "My boys."

Now, when we help make dinner, Dad only asks: "Remus, what would you like tonight?"

No one uses my name anymore. It isn't Remus and Roman, Roman and Remus.

It's just Remus.

One little boy, instead of two.

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Roman and Remus are twin souls who share a body, but nobody knows that Roman's still here. This quick-read story is inspired by the book "What's Left of Me."