Today, Mary and Noah are growing up together.
Sometimes, I watch them playing in the garden and remember the day Emily and I stood there, smiling with our pregnant bellies.
Back then, we thought the greatest happiness of our lives was still waiting to be born.
But one of our greatest miracles had been beside us for twenty-five years.
My best friend was my long-lost sister.
One evening, after the children had fallen asleep, Emily hugged me tightly.
“Sarah, do you know what’s the most beautiful part?”
“What?”
“We spent our whole lives saying we loved each other like sisters. And now we know we really are.”
I smiled through my tears.
For the first time in years, I imagined our mother looking down at us and smiling, too.
We dreamed of making our children a family. But they were the ones who helped us discover that we had been a family all along.
