In our childhood, my sisters and I were always together. Same schedules, same hobbies, same friends and same school. We come from a small town where almost everyone knew us as the triplets. Sometimes it was frustrating to be under the gaze and wonderment of people that did not know us that well. Sometimes even with people who knew us well called us ”the triplets” instead of using our own names. Quite often it felt that people did not consider my sisters or I as individuals.
It is not easy to explain the sisterhood between us, but at the same time it is also the best thing in the world to have sisters with whom I can share everything. I am understood even without saying a word. On the other hand, there is always the question of identity; am I invisible when I am alone?