We were adopted into different families as babies. We spoke once or twice years ago, but… we decided not to stay in touch.”
The revelation hit me like a wave. My mother had a twin?
And she had tried to reach out?
It was something my father had never mentioned, and the weight of that secret made my knees weak. The woman gave me a soft hug, apologized for my loss, and with a sad smile, walked away into the crowd before I could ask anything more.
I stood there stunned, my mind reeling. Should I tell my father?
Would it shatter the fragile memory of my mother that we’d held onto for so long?
Or would it bring us closer to the pieces of her life we never knew? To this day, I still don’t know the answer.
