My Daughter Brought Her Carbon Copy Home from School, and My Husband Turned Pale When He Saw Her

Silence hung in the air, heavy and loud. The ticking of the clock seemed to be the only sound in the room.

“So…” Mia said slowly, her eyes moving between me and Sophie, “Sophie is my sister?”

“Your twin,” I confirmed, my voice trembling slightly. “Yes.”

The two girls stared at each other. It was a surreal moment, “like watching two mirrors realize they weren’t reflections.” Sophie’s eyes welled up first, followed by Mia’s.

“That means we had the same first birthday,” Sophie whispered, her voice full of wonder.

“And the same curls,” Mia said, reaching out to touch Sophie’s hair as if to make sure she was real.

“And the same dimple,” Sophie added.

At that, they both started to laugh and cry at the same time, pulling each other into a tight hug. It was a moment of release, and I felt “something in my chest unclench.”

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