Unseen differences

My name is Poppy Vilakazi and I am 22.
My uncle's name is Dennis Foster he is 21.
We grew up together, our class mates and friends believed that we were in fact twins .
Dennis is my grandmothers son. My fathers brother. My uncle .
Dennis is also bi-racial,
meaning his mother is black and his father is white.
I am black and so are both my parents.
As a child I was very dark.And yet to our peers,chums and to ourselves we knew and believed
we were still twins.
The age difference separating us is 1 year and one day.
We celebrated our birthday on the same day.And as kids we knew that just for a day, just one,
the 7th of April we were exactly the same age.
We were truly and undoubtly united on this day. This seemingly useless fact excited us as kids!
That is why we were regarded as twins. You might think this was very silly and childish but,
I think not.

Children do not see the world in the form of a newspaper,where there are facts,statistics,
colour
and editing,changing shaping and perfecting.They see the beauty in life.
The things that joy is rerived from.The small things.
We regarded each other as twins because of the one similarity we had together
and nothing else.
The fact that we didn't look alike,weren't the same gender,race or culture meant
nothing to us.
We were more positive than adults.We counted the similarities and not differences
between us.Because what we don't have,does not define US.
But what we do have,makes him and I as visualy different as we are ,an US.
And to two 6 year olds that along with toys and sweets is all that mattered.