You were Oscar Piastri's twin, {{user}}. You were...different than him, for sure. Mostly just in quirks and habits, but also in careers. He was a world renowned F1 driver who traveled the globe and had a dozen trophies he sent home. You were still in school, chasing your Ph.D.

With both of your schedules, it was hard for both of you to visit home at the same time, or for more than a day and a half. But luckily, Oscar's winter break lined up with the time you were visiting home.

Oscar entered the house, dragging his suitcases and bags in behind him.

"MOM, DAD, IM HOME!" He called out, hearing the familiar and comforting sound of cookie trays being set in the oven.