Junie shook her head stubbornly. For a moment, she looked just like Michael.
“No, Mom. I’m not. I met my sister today. Her name’s Lizzy.”
I fought to stay calm. “Lizzy, huh? Is she new at school?”
“Yes! She sits right next to me!” Junie was already fishing in her backpack. “And she looks like me. Like… the same. Except her hair is parted on the other side.”
A strange chill ran down my back. “What does she like for lunch, baby?”
“She said peanut butter and jelly,” Junie said. “But she said she’s never had it at school before. She liked that you put more jelly than her mom.”
“I met my sister today. Her name’s Lizzy.”
“Is that so?” I asked.
Then Junie’s face brightened. “Oh! Want to see a picture? I used the camera like you said!”
I’d bought her one of those little pink disposable film cameras for her first day. I thought it’d be fun, and help her make memories. And that I could make a scrapbook for her later.
She handed me the camera, so proud of herself. “Ms. Kelsey helped take a photo of us. Lizzy was shy! Ms. Kelsey asked if we were sisters.”
I scrolled through the photos. There they were, two little girls by the cubbies, matching eyes, same curly hair, and even similar freckles just under their left eyes.
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