When I was 11, my mother died in a strange accident while we were at the beach. She was an excellent swimmer — the kind of person who glided through the waves as if she were part of the ocean. But on that day, a strong current pulled her away, and she simply disappeared. My father was devastated. Life after her became quiet, a little colder, and never the same.
Last month, I was in Paris for work, enjoying a coffee at a café on a quiet street when I saw a woman who looked just like her — not just vaguely, but in an absolutely haunting way. She had the same eyes. The same posture. And even the same gesture of tucking her hair behind her ear. I walked up to her, my heart racing, and told her everything.
I showed her a picture of my mother. She looked at it for a long time, then turned to me. And she smiled. She told me she had a twin sister. That they had been separated at birth and adopted by different families. Years ago, she said, she had searched for her sister — my mother — and they had met only once.
But something didn’t add up. They both agreed to stop keeping in touch. She gently hugged me, said she was sorry for my loss, and then, with a light touch on my shoulder, she melted away into the crowd. I never saw her again.
And I never told my father.
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