I Lost One of My Twins During Childbirth — but One Day My Son Saw a Boy Who Looked Exactly Like Him

I kissed the top of his curls. “Never, my love.”

Across town, Eli was probably asking his mother similar questions.

And for the first time in five years, the silence between my sons was broken.

It had cost me comfort.

But I had chosen to act.

And because I did, my sons finally found each other.

The silence between my sons was broken.

If this happened to you, what would you do? We’d love to hear your thoughts in the Facebook comments.

If this story resonated with you, here’s another one: When I was five, the police told my parents that my twin had died. But 68 years later, I met a woman who was my mirror image.