The woman on my computer screen looked so much like my mother that I forgot to breathe. For a second, I thought Facebook had glitched and shown me one of Mom’s old photographs. Then I saw the name — Miranda. And suddenly, a family mystery that had lasted more than seven decades didn’t feel impossible anymore.
Growing up, Miranda felt more like a family ghost than a real person. Everyone knew she existed. Nobody knew where she was.
My mother, Mary, rarely spoke about her. Not because she didn’t care, but because she cared too much.
The story always ended the same way. Their parents died when the girls were young, and relatives stepped in. Mom stayed in America, and Miranda was taken to England. The adults promised the sisters they would stay in touch and that the separation would only be temporary.
It became permanent.
Years passed, then decades. The girls grew up apart, got married apart, raised families apart, and eventually grew old apart.
Whenever I asked Mom about her sister, her answers were always brief. “I hope she’s happy.” Or, “I wonder if she ever thinks about me.” Then she’d change the subject.
As a child, I assumed that meant she’d moved on. As an adult, I realized the opposite was true. Some losses hurt too much to examine closely.
One evening, I was scrolling through Facebook when a photograph stopped me cold. For a second, I genuinely thought someone had uploaded a picture of my mother. I actually clicked on the image to see who had tagged her. Then I noticed the name.
Miranda.
I stared at the screen. The woman looked older than Mom, but not by much. The resemblance was astonishing.
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