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Henry moved from Texas to Los Angeles when his daughter, Sophie, was seven years old, and she was about to start second grade. “Alright, here we are, Sophie. Your new school. Excited?” he asked, trying to reassure her at the drop-off.

“I think so...,” Sophie replied, nervously twirling her fingers around her skirt. “What if no one likes me?”

“They will. You just have to be kind to everyone, and if someone’s mean to you, just walk away. No fighting, okay?” Henry reassured her, kissing her forehead.

Sophie waved goodbye and entered the school. She found her classroom without difficulty, but as soon as she stepped inside, the other kids’ eyes widened, and a few even gasped. She paused in confusion.

The students began glancing between her and a girl sitting at the back of the room. Sophie spotted a blonde head, and suddenly, one boy yelled, “It’s Sandra’s twin!”

That’s when Sophie saw her. The girl at the back looked exactly like her! The girl stood up and stared at Sophie, her mouth hanging open. “Wow! We look like twins!” she exclaimed, her face lighting up.

Sophie’s nerves melted away as she grinned back. “Yeah, but why? I don’t have any sisters,” she replied, puzzled.

“Me neither!” Sandra said enthusiastically, jumping over to Sophie and grabbing her hand. “It’s just me and my mom. Come sit with me!”

They spent a few minutes chatting, with other kids coming over to meet them. Then, the teacher, Miss Carr, walked in. “I believe we have a new student today, Sophie Douglas. Come up and say hello,” Miss Carr called.

Sophie made her way to the front, where she was greeted by a chorus of “Oh’s” and surprised looks from the class. “Hello, my name is Sophie. I love books and going to the beach with my dad. We moved here from Texas, and I’m really excited to make new friends,” Sophie said with a big smile. Miss Carr clapped, and the class followed suit.

“That’s wonderful, Sophie. And it looks like you have a twin here,” Miss Carr said, beaming. “Go ahead and sit down now. Alright, today we’re going to learn about frogs…” she began her lesson.

Sophie and Sandra quickly bonded. They played together with all of Sandra’s friends, laughing and enjoying each other’s company. At the end of the school day, Sophie couldn’t stop talking about her new friend. She told Henry everything about how they looked identical and how much fun they’d had.

Henry, intrigued by the story, decided to meet Sandra’s mother, Wendy. They arranged a playdate at McDonald’s a few days after Sophie’s first school day. When Wendy and Sandra arrived, Henry was stunned. Sandra’s resemblance to Sophie was uncanny.

Wendy, equally shocked, exclaimed, “Oh my God. Hi! You must be Sophie. Sandra has been talking about you all week. You really do look like twins!”

The girls ran off to the playground, leaving the adults to talk.

“Hi, I’m Henry. It’s nice to meet you,” Henry said, shaking Wendy’s hand as they sat down at a booth. Wendy smiled and looked at the girls playing together.

“Wow, I just can’t believe it. I’ve read about counterparts, but this is something else,” Wendy said, still staring at the girls.

“What do you mean?” Henry asked, his curiosity piqued.

“Well, Sandra doesn’t know this yet, but I adopted her. Is Sophie your biological daughter?” Wendy asked gently.

“Yes. My ex-wife, Irene, found out she was pregnant after we separated and had Sophie. We co-parented, but she passed away a year ago, and now I have full custody. I was worried about Sophie, you know. She lost her mother, and I had to move here for work. It’s been a lot of change for her. But Sandra has been a blessing. Sophie has been smiling all week, talking about all the things they have in common. I can’t thank your daughter enough,” Henry explained, his voice filled with gratitude.

“That’s amazing,” Wendy said, nodding sympathetically. “Where did you move from?”

“Texas. We lived in Dallas,” Henry replied.

“Hmmm...” Wendy hummed thoughtfully. “I’m reluctant to say this, but I believe Sandra was born in Texas too,” she continued, biting her lip. “I’ll need to check her birth certificate, but could there be any chance that your ex-wife had twins?”

Henry’s mind raced. “I... I wasn’t there for most of Irene’s pregnancy because of work. But no, it can’t be. I returned a week after she gave birth, and I met Sophie at home. There’s no way this could happen,” he said, blinking rapidly, trying to make sense of everything.

“Were you and Irene in a good place when she gave birth?” Wendy asked carefully.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, if she felt like you wouldn’t be around, maybe she thought having two kids was too much. Perhaps she gave one child up for adoption?” Wendy suggested.

Henry frowned. “You’re saying she might have given one of our children away? We weren’t in the best place when we broke up, but I don’t think she would’ve done that…” he trailed off, still in disbelief. “I don’t know what to think.”

“Is there any way we could find out for sure?” Wendy asked again.

“I guess I could call the hospital and see if they can check records…” Henry muttered, his mind in turmoil. Just then, the girls returned, asking for food, so the conversation had to wait.

A few days later, Henry took Sophie to stay at Wendy’s house while he traveled back to Texas. After some investigation, a compassionate nurse revealed that Irene had, in fact, given birth to two babies. Henry was stunned. He could never understand why Irene made the decision to give up one child, but he suspected it was because he hadn’t been there for her.

When Henry returned, he and Wendy arranged a DNA test for Sandra, confirming their suspicions. But Henry made it clear: Wendy was Sandra’s mother, and he would never try to separate them.

The adults sat down with the girls and explained everything as best they could, breaking the news to Sandra that she was adopted. To their relief, the girls cheered and hugged each other, chanting, “We’re sisters! We’re sisters!”

Henry and Wendy exchanged a look and laughed. It was clear that the girls had adapted better to this new reality than the adults had. The girls had always known that family wasn’t just about biology; it was about love and connection.

As the weeks passed, Henry and Wendy navigated co-parenting together, learning how to fit into each other’s lives. One night, Sophie surprised Henry with a suggestion. “Dad, why don’t you marry Wendy? Then she could be my mom too.”

Henry chuckled, “Oh, honey, that’s complicated. Wendy and I are just good friends.”

“I’ll never forget my mom, but I like Wendy. I think she could be good for you too,” Sophie insisted.

Henry smiled. “We’ll see.”

As it turned out, Sophie had a way of seeing the future. Henry and Wendy did start dating, and when the girls turned 12, they got married. Both girls were bridesmaids, and it felt like the start of a beautiful, blended family.