To our mummy

I've done my duty. I did go to my mum's for mother day's lunch. Not that it was all about her. It was all about my twin and I squabbling about hair stylists. He called me a cow, I called him a bony bat... just like old days. Time has stood still for us in that respect. I am not liking the way this is going. Yes I acknowledge that the twin has become successful and filthy rich while I struggle with my electricity bill, but he will not throw the little weight he has around me. He tries, he tried hard today. But it doesn't work when your twin (me) is double your size and is right about everything. Yes I am right about everything, that's how it is, that's how it always will be. I will not be stood up. That's it. But my shelf is missing a card. If all other women get Mother's Day cards, then why should I be missing out? So what if my vaginal insides have never given birth to an actual creature. adoptive mums also get Mother's day cards. And no, I do not want to cope with feeding and diaper-changing regimes. I just want the damn card. It would go, to our mummy from Ding, Dong, Othello, Tancred, Bagheera, Mimi`, Lady, Fluke and Junky. And it would make me very happy too. Pity animals cannot write. But mine will one day, because they're so special, because they're mine.