When I Was 5, Police Told My Parents My Twin Had Died – 68 Years Later, I Met a Woman Who Looked Exactly Like Me
When I was five, my twin sister walked into the trees behind our house and never came back. The police told my parents her body was found, but I never saw a grave, never saw a coffin. Just decades of silence and a feeling that the story wasn't really over. I'm Dorothy, 73, and my life has always had a missing piece shaped like a little girl named Ella. Ella was my twin. We were five when she disappeared. Ella was in the corner with her red ball. We weren't just "born on the same day" twins. We were share-a-bed, share-a-brain twins. If she cried, I cried. If I laughed, she laughed louder. She was the brave one. I followed. The day she vanished, our parents were at work, and we were staying with our grandmother. I was sick. Feverish, throat on fire. Grandma sat on the edge of my bed with a cool washcloth. "Just rest, baby," she said. "Ella will play quietly." Ella was in the corner with her red ball, bouncing it against the wall, humming. I rem...