Do you have a brother or sister, who is a pest? I am one of the pest controllers for my twin sisters, who will stop at nothing to satisfy their endless list of needs. After eleven years of being an only child, I wasn't exactly thrilled about having twin sisters appear in my life. Between the stories I had heard of the constant crying and the out-of-control tantrums that babies have, I wasn't about ready to go into this willingly. I would have to put up with double the trouble, which would deprive me of the many advantages I had when I was an only child. I was stunned, when on the way home from picking up Chinese food at Yangtze, my mother said, "How would you like to have a sibling? I laughed at first, but my laughter soon turned into a serious reality of what it would be like to have a brother or sister. Having a brother might be cool, but I wasn't looking forward to the responsibility I would have of taking care of him and watching him. I hadn't even considered the thought of having sisters, better yet two. Thirty-eight weeks later on the day of delivery, I found out that I had twin sisters. I was ecstatic and jumping for joy. Yeah right. I was the first to see them up close. I saw two big, cute, newborn babies with their names, Brittany and Melanie, and their birth information on a sticker that was on the side of their basinets. When I first saw my sisters, they were fast asleep in their hospital basinets with a passiphire to prevent an outburst of crying, from two potential screech-professionals. After my sisters woke up, my parents told me that I should read to them. The first...