My memoirs

  To the outside world, We all grow old, But not to  SISTERS We know each other as we always were. We know each other’s hearts We share private family jokes. We remember family feuds and secrets,  family griefs and joys. We live outside the touch of time. Clara Ortega I was born an only child and was happy with the arrangement. All the attention, all the accolades, came to me. But two years after my arrival, along came my sister and changed everything!  Janine was born two years and three days after me. We share a star sign as well as DNA, a wicked sense of humour and the love of a good time. Our mother despaired of us for fighting when we were younger, often telling us how much she wished for a sister and how she couldn’t understand the way we treated each other, but at the end of the day, when push came to shove, we were always there for each other. When we were younger, Janine and I did everything together. Mum and dad encouraged this, as not only did it keep us e...