My name is Angelo I am 12 years old and live on a ranch in the Central Coast of CA. Twelve years ago my mother gave birth to a set of twins. i was one of them and my sister's name name is Angela. It was a hard birth for mommy because it was her first and was not to happy about doing it twice. We were born hungry and found a way to coax her to feed us both. We were born black but were supposed to be white. O.K. stuff happens. I think she enjoyed us after a while. We enjoyed nursing from the beginning. After about a year we didn't do that stuff anymore. We needed real food. So eventually we got what made us grow healthy and strong.On the ranch was a horse named Cowboy, three dogs, three of us and 3 chickens, the cat came years later.When cowboy went out for a ride we were invited to tag along. It looked so funny all of us taking a walk down the driveway. The things we saw were rabbits, snakes, gophers squirrels, birds building nests in the pepper trees, a mouse or two ,alligator lizards blue skies and beautiful white clouds. The walks were short and enjoyable. One evening is just started to rain and i saw my mommy lying on her side not being able to move. I went over to her and she still was unable to get up. I was scared and sensed that something was wrong. Well she had broken her leg and there was no way to fix it so the doctor came and had to put her to sleep. I don't cry much but the look in her eyes made me sad. We had to bury her on a hillside on the ranch. Now it was just me and my sister. We sort of buddied up mom was gone and we both missed her very much. Six months passed and my sister didn't look so good.A few days later she bloated up and died. This happened sometime early in the morning. I just couldn't believe this was happening to me. I still wasn't over the passing of my mommy. Well she too was buried in the family grave yard. I thought about this Angelo, Angela, and we needed one more A in the family and would have been able to tow our rides away. AAA. Oh my! Well, one sunny afternoon, I was strolling around the ranch.I stopped to look at a glass door my heart started to beat faster and faster, i couldn't believe what i was seeing. I saw my sister looking at me. I think it was my sister, i tilted my head, looked again, walked away and came back to look again,she was still there. looking straight at me. strange to see her again. ;Time to eat, so i left .The next day i went to the same place, peered into the glass and there she was again. Seeing is beliving. I stayed with her for i was not sure i would ever see her again. minutes turned into hours. How cool could this be. maybe i could see my mother too. So, i tried this again and sure enough i saw my mommy looking straight back at me. Now i am a big guy 150 pounds, hope no one is playing games with me. So once again i went to the glass door. and who did I see.
My name is Angelo and i am a Suffolk Ram. A big wooly sheep. Looking through a glass and seeing your reflection is weird. When it looks back at you, you then realize it is all the same but inside out.