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Jamal Kunis POV

“I don’t know. In the library. He is always there. He almost lives there.” She wiggled the fish as she spoke, absentmindedly staring at it and admiring her win. “Is he really my twin?”

The question hit me in the face and I looked down at her. “Why would you ask that? Of course, he is.”

“Well, my friends say that twins are usually alike. And he behaves nothing like me.”

And neither you like him, I thought. I bent down to level with her. “If you both behaved the same how will we tell who is who?” I joked.

Summer giggled at the joke. “I am a girl; he is a boy. It is easy to tell.”

“Everybody has a separate behaviour, a distinct demeanour. So if your brother likes to read, then he likes to read. Not even twins are alike. But that doesn’t stop him from being your brother and that shouldn’t stop you from loving him.”

“I do love him.”

“That’s the spirit.” I encouraged her. “Now, could you go outside and throw that fish away it is staining the whole floor.”

“OK, Daddy.