After my mother, Kim Sithy, gave birth to my sister Muong Theareak in 1986, she felt not quite finished. They didn’t have ultrasound machines at the refugee camp in Thailand where my parents were living, so she didn’t know that my sister Muong Theary was about to come out, too. The doctor got angry with her because she hadn’t realised. My parents organised a blessing ceremony for good luck, as usual. It wasn’t a big deal. The only problem was producing enough milk for two.
My sisters have similar faces and emotions, and when they were young my mother used to dress them alike. As they got older they didn’t want to look the same and started to dress differently – but people still got them confused. People used to just used to call them both “Theareak-Theary”.
“It was always funny when they would dress separately in different rooms, then come out and find they were wearing the same clothes,” said my mother.
They are always very close. Even now, with Theary living in France, they communicate all the time. But not through psychic twin connections, they mostly just use Skype.