My eldest Two little people are like a comedy act. Aged 19 and 17 they are very good friends, and very very funny. They are currently arguing with each other on Twitter as if they are complete strangers. The reason for this is beyond me but it is making them laugh hysterically.
They are completely different girls but somehow identical at the same time.
19 (this is how I shall identify her) is an odd girl but in a beautiful way, she drowns in everybody else’s ocean and worries about everything possible. She dresses how she likes to dress and not how society says she should. She can look lovely with very little effort, and does not realise how beautiful she really is. 19 never asks for anything, she never has, nor does she expect anything. Her routines are bordering on OCD and she has recently discovered Guinness. Her trust issues are huge and she is emotionally very fragile. 19 is also the wind beneath my wings.
18 lives in her own land. She follows fashion like its going out of fashion, and life drifts on by. She is kind and considerate and a very sweet girl, but does not suffer fools gladly. For most of her life her dialect was (and still is most of the time) lines from comedy sketches. She would always take on different Tv personalities. She was born for the stage, but has neither the confidence nor the wish to do so. She dances like Beyoncé and can bend it like Beckham.
18 is in love with Marilyn Monroe, and I have watched her morph into this timeless beauty as she has grown into the headstrong, confident goddess that she is today.
I really like them