We Were Separated at an Orphanage—32 Years Later, I Saw the Bracelet I Made on a Little Girl’s Wrist

My younger sister, Camille, and I grew up in an orphanage.

We never knew our biological parents. We were placed there so young that I don’t even remember their faces.

All I had… was Camille.

It was always just the two of us against the world.

Until one day, everything changed.

I was eight years old when a family came looking to adopt a child. They didn’t want siblings. They wanted only one.

For years, no one had ever chosen two children together.

So they chose me.

And I was taken away—alone.