Straws of Destiny
My younger brother and I shared one body, but we had two different souls. Ever since we were little, my family used a lottery draw each month to decide who would stay awake and who would fall asleep.
The long straw was mine. The short straw was his.
Whenever my brother was awake, our parents and older sister took him on vacations, road trips, and around the world to see places I had never seen.
Whenever I was awake, they locked me inside the house and forced me to study day and night.
I was the one who took the SAT. I was the one who faced every challenge life threw at us.
But every time I succeeded, they would make sure my brother woke up next, so he could enjoy all the praise and rewards I