The police told my parents my twin sister had died — 68 years later, I met a woman who LOOKED EXACTLY LIKE ME. I was five when my twin, Ella, vanished. That day, my parents were at work, and our grandmother was babysitting. I became very sick; my grandmother cared for me until I fell asleep. While I slept, Ella ran outside to play with her ball. Later, when our grandmother went out to call her back, there was no reply — only silence. We lived beside a forest, and all they found there was her ball. The police searched for a long time. A few months later, they informed my parents that Ella had been found dead.
Even at that young age, she was my whole world. We shared toys, tried on our mother’s dresses, and never argued. I do not remember many details. I kept asking my mother where Ella had been found, when it happened, and how. My mother brushed me off, saying I did not need to know and that my constant questions were hurting her. So I stopped.
There was no funeral I recall. Or rather, I do not remember one. Sixty-eight years went by. I raised a family and, from the outside, my life appeared wonderful. Still, thoughts of Ella never left me.
My granddaughter was recently accepted to a college in another state. I went to visit her and flew out for a couple of days. One morning, while my granddaughter was in class, I went for a walk. I entered a small, cozy local café and stood in line for coffee.
Suddenly, a woman’s voice reached me — a voice that sounded like mine. A woman at the counter was picking up her coffee to go. She turned, and my blood ran cold.
She looked exactly like me — the same voice, the same face, the same age. It was as if I were looking at **MYSELF** in a mirror. *I felt faint. How could this be?!*
I could not just stand there, so I tapped the woman on the shoulder. She turned, looked at me, and she appeared just as shocked. My voice broke as I asked: “OH MY GOD… ELLA?!” ⬇️
