I work over at the Provo MTC. Today there were two sisters there (not really sisters, that's just their title), but they dispensed with that and one greeted the other warmly, as though she were glad to and hadn't seen her for a while. It reminded me of my own time in the MTC, my district leader had a twin brother also going to serve a mission. a couple of days before we were to depart he said, I got permission to say goodbye to my brother and I need someone to go with me and I said that I would. Upon meeting they immediately hugged and began to cry. My leader/friend knew a set of twins,and once they left for college or separate ways it was "never the same". They started singing familiar songs still hugging, trying to sing, but few words could come out. That doesn't mean it will happen to you I tried to tell him. Someone had made a decision. I was overcome myself and I couldn't stand the scene. the missionary with the other twin came in to the room where I was crying,to tell me when they were departing. I thought that once I'd moved away I could accept any eventuality with my nuckear family. When my brother went to the hospital, then rehab, however, and my dad also did, it felt like a wildfire slowly spreading over my life.
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