“Wake up, Olivia, we need to get ready for your brother’s wedding!” I heard my mom’s voice call out in the morning as I lay sleeping in an unknown hotel bedroom.
It didn’t make any sense. I was an only child. Who was Olivia? As I stirred in the bed, I could feel my changed body. I must be Olivia. But how? I could only think back to a wish I had made last night at the bar. I had wondered how my life been different had I not been an only child. I guess I was about to see exactly see all those differences from a second person perspective now that I was in the body of my previously nonexistent sister, Olivia.
I went into the bathroom and put on the bridesmaid dress before my mom shuffled me into the hallway to meet up with a group of women all wearing the same dress. We were supposed to get our hair and makeup done. I tried to get as much information my alternate life. The original me (Oliver) and the present me (Olivia) were apparently twins. Having a sister growing up apparently allowed original me to be more committed in relationships. Instead of breaking up with Sandra last year, this verson of me asked for her hand in marriage. I had attended a slightly cheaper college in this reality, and I guess I was protective of Olivia (the present me) growing up -- which I obviously had absolutely zero memory of. It was great insight and the wedding was beautiful. However, I started to wonder as I learned about how different my life would be if I had a sibling, would I ever be able to go back to being me? At this point I didn’t even care if it was my original reality or this altered reality, but I was pretty sure I didn’t want to be Olivia anymore. I wanted to be me again!