Me the Delight?

I have a name, an identity. I hold a passport in my name (because I have a name all of my own), a driving licence, a car, a house, all in my name. I own a lot more than that but I'll stop here because material possessions is not what this is going to be about. And then I'm no material girl. Yes I am also the lawyer-presenter-violinist-singer's twin sister. But I still have a name. And I'm fed up now by being announced as the sister of Joseph. That is a part of me too, but just a part, and not a whole. I am not looking for titles such as Ms, Dr, or Mrs. I have my name, and I think it's a lovely sounding name. (Mum did one right thing in her life). I also have my life and although I do a lot of things which are connected to my twin and his busy lifestyle, I have a lifestyle of my own. It's ok if you ask me if I'm Joseph's sister. It's ok if you stare in bewilderment when you realise we're the best example of different looking twins in history. It's ok if you say a "Prosit tal-programm". At any rate, that means me since I do most of it. But hey, can you stop and look at me and talk to me as if you were talking to me because that is just what you're doing. This "oht l-avukat" has to stop. The "oht t'Arani Issa" has to stop soon or I'm going to scream myself silly one day and I have no guarantee I won't scream at someone's face. And this has got to die a sudden death, "oht il-Baklava". Yeah right, if Baklava is a Turkish sweet, then am I a "Helwa tat-Tork" or what? And then I don't even like the "Helwa tat-Tork" although judging by the amount of extreme calories present in this "Helwa tat-Tork", I think I can safely qualify as a Turkish Delight. I like that, me a delight. Ok, call me that, I won't get mad I promise.