My twin sister and I have always been rivals. From the moment we could take our first steps were were racing each other and challenging each other. Like most sibling relationships, this was both bad and good. Bad because it there has been an edge of hostility and competitiveness between us ever since, good because we pushed each other further and further into success. In the end, we both became high earning lawyers. And now, our talents have brought us together in an unfortunate circumstance, my father’s passing away. I never thought that my sister and I would be competing with each other over probates. Melbourne does have some pretty good lawyers but few as good as us.
Throughout our lives, not only were we in competition for the highest grades in our schooling, the most friends and the hottest dates, but we were also in competition for our father’s love. This was both a token of how successful our careers had been and, of course, fatherly love. It wasn’t until he passed away that we got to find out who he’d granted power of attorney. In Melbourne, when the final will and testament came out, we were all shocked. I couldn’t believe that he’d chosen me! That meant that i was his favourite. All of our sibling rivalry, all of my hard work, all the blood sweat and tears had paid off.
Some might say being the attorney and executor of his estate is more trouble than it’s worth. After all, he distributed his wealth and assets equally between my sister and I. But this honour is more than just material. It shows who he thought more highly of. But then again, he could have favoured her and still chosen me for executor if he wanted me to do all the hard work and for her to have time off. Com to think of it, she wasn’t too disappointed when we found out either.