THE sounds of rural animals awake me. (I am, after all, not used to them.) Daylight pours mercilessly into the open bedroom. I sit and stare blankly at the ceiling and remember my fate for the day. I get up tentatively and as my feet meet the cold tiles, my twin sister Monica wakes up too. She asks where I’m off to, and I tell her the bathroom as I’m feeling the slightest bit nauseous in my nervousness.