What comes to your mind when you hear the word “twins”? Born on the same day? Looking almost the same? Or having the same hobbies? Well, I have a twin brother who was born on a different day from me. We do not look very much alike and we are always interested in different things.

Twelve years ago, my brother, Wayne, was born at eleven fifty-eight on the night of May 28. Five minutes later, I was born—on May 29. Since the time we were born, I have always been heavier and stronger than Wayne, so people usually think I am the older brother.

But Wayne is always smarter than I. He loves reading and learns many things quickly. He knows a lot about animals, although he does not spend much time with our dogs and birds. He knows a lot about bicycles, but never likes to ride bikes as much as I do.

Though we are very different, I love my brother very much. I hope both of us can have a happy life in the future.