At 76, she thought she had finally made peace with never knowing her birth family. Then a new woman joined her quilting circle. Same birthday. Same county home. Same wide-set eyes. Same crooked little finger. When the woman pulled out her adoption papers and revealed “Twin B,” she opened the Bible she had carried for 60 years and read the line at the bottom of her own papers: “Twin A.” Two sisters separated as newborns had just found each other after 76 years.
I’m seventy-six years old, and for most of my life, I believed I was an only child. I was adopted in 1949 from the county home. My adoptive parents were …
At 76, she thought she had finally made peace with never knowing her birth family. Then a new woman joined her quilting circle. Same birthday. Same county home. Same wide-set eyes. Same crooked little finger. When the woman pulled out her adoption papers and revealed “Twin B,” she opened the Bible she had carried for 60 years and read the line at the bottom of her own papers: “Twin A.” Two sisters separated as newborns had just found each other after 76 years. Read More
