I doubt that you would know that my younger sister and I are related at all if we didn't tell you.
You see, she loves an organized schedule.
I love to see how the day will evolve all by itself.
She majored in math and chose a math-based profession.
I majored in words and chose a word-based profession.
She is a talented pianist.
I play enough for me to focus on my real love: singing.
She is right-handed.
I have a mixed-dominance in my handedness.
She reads in bed.
I watch t.v.
She joined a gym.
I drive by one on my way to the Dairy Maid.
But despite these differences, there is one sure way to know that we share DNA.