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Emily and I have been best friends since birth. Born just a day apart, our parents met in the maternity ward and quickly became friends. Shortly after our births, her parents moved into the 1920s bungalow next to and identical to ours but with a mirrored layout.
We both ended up with the small attic bedrooms, shared birthday parties and family vacations, and went to church and school together. Basically, we were inseparable. In any other world, we probably wouldn’t have been friends. Yet Emmy (my nickname for her as I couldn’t say Emily when I started talking) and I have always had a unique, unbreakable bond. We shared secrets and she was my biggest support through my bipolar diagnosis. Our parents even built us a tree house on the tree that sits between our yards.