Stunned, I asked her what she meant. She revealed that she was my mother’s twin sister — a woman my mom had never spoken about. They had been separated when they were very young, each raised in different countries. My mom had always hoped to reunite with her someday but never got the chance.
Tears filled my eyes as I realized I wasn’t seeing a ghost — I was meeting a piece of my mother’s past. In that moment, I felt as though a missing part of my heart had been restored, and together, we promised to honor my mother’s memory by building the connection she had always dreamed of.
