Then I looked closer—and the smile froze on my face.
The resemblance was unsettling. They looked strikingly like I had as a child.
Before I could process it, both girls sprinted straight toward me. They wrapped their arms around my waist and clung to me with the fierce desperation of children who had been waiting a very long time.
“Mom!” the taller girl shouted happily. “Mom, you finally came! We kept asking you to come get us!”
The room fell silent.
I glanced toward the lead teacher. She gave an uneasy chuckle and silently mouthed “sorry.”
The rest of the morning passed in a blur.
I did everything expected of me—handing out snacks, leading circle time, supervising the playground—but my eyes kept drifting back to the girls. I noticed details I had no right to notice.
The shorter one tipped her head slightly whenever she thought about something. The taller one pressed her lips together before speaking. Their mannerisms mirrored each other.
But what truly shook me was their eyes.
Both girls had the same unusual eyes—one blue, one brown.
