After my entire life of knowing she existed, wanting to know her, dreaming about her, wondering if she looks like me—we finally found her!!! I just talked to her for over an hour last night. We hit it off, I thought. She’s happy we searched for her, because she never felt the overwhelming need to search for us. There was always that doubt there for her: What if they don’t want to meet me? What if I was a product of rape? And she had a happy childhood, so she didn’t feel like it was a necesssary thing.
My other sister, the one I grew up with, said it right last night. She said, “If I died tomorrow, I would die happy, just knowing what she looks like.” Finally, the puzzle piece is found. And it fits just right. :o)
