As Natalie helped her mother, Sarah, move into a new house, she felt a mix of excitement and nervousness. While rummaging through a dusty box, she found an old photograph tucked away among the forgotten treasures. It showed a young Sarah holding a newborn baby, a baby with a distinctive birthmark on its cheek.

Confusion washed over Natalie. “But I never had a birthmark,” she thought, her heart racing. Suddenly, she sensed a hidden secret lingering just beneath the surface.

With a grunt, Natalie adjusted her grip on a heavy box, stealing glances at Sarah, who was busy sorting through their belongings. For the first time in a long while, she felt admiration for her mother. Just weeks ago, she had urged Sarah to leave Ross, warning her about his manipulative ways.

“You deserve better,” she had insisted countless times, but Sarah never listened. Time and again, she returned to Ross, charmed by his shiny gifts and lavish dinners. But now, it felt different. Sarah had finally found the courage to break free.

Watching her mother carry on, even with fear lurking in her eyes, Natalie couldn’t help but feel a newfound respect.

“I can’t believe this is actually happening,” Sarah said, her voice trembling as she surveyed the empty house. It felt like a new beginning, but unease flickered across her face.

Natalie paused, taking a breath. “How do you feel about everything?”

“I’m scared, Natalie,” Sarah admitted, her shoulders sagging under the weight of her worries. “I don’t know if I can do this.”

“I get it, Mom. It’s okay to be scared,” Natalie reassured her. “But remember, you did the right thing.”

Sarah wrung her hands, her gaze fixed on the floor. “What if I go back to him again? What if I can’t make it on my own? What if I fail?”

“You won’t, Mom,” Natalie said firmly, determination fueling her voice. “You’ll figure it out, and I’ll be here with you. You’re not alone in this. You have me, your one and only daughter, and I’m not going anywhere.”

Tears welled in Sarah’s eyes as she looked up. “Thank you, sweetheart,” she whispered, her brow furrowing as she fought to keep her emotions at bay.

“Mom, are you okay?” Natalie asked, concern bubbling up.

“Yes, yes. Sorry, I just got lost in thought,” Sarah replied, forcing a smile.

They began unpacking, tackling the small tasks that felt monumental. “You sure kept a lot of stuff, Mom,” Natalie remarked, lifting another heavy box.

“Oh really? I seem to remember a certain college student with a mountain of boxes,” Sarah called from the other room, laughter in her voice.

Natalie chuckled, shaking her head. “Okay, okay, you got me there. But I’m different now. I’ve learned to let go.”

As she opened a dusty box, she uncovered a stack of old photo albums. Dust motes danced in the sunlight as she brushed off the top one and flipped it open. A smile spread across her face as she saw herself as a toddler, playing in the backyard in hilarious Halloween costumes, grinning with a gap-toothed smile.

Page after page revealed Sarah’s smiling face next to hers, a testament to their cherished memories. But whenever Ross appeared in the pictures, Natalie flipped past them quickly, a sour feeling churning in her stomach.

Finally, reaching the bottom of the box, she spotted an old envelope. It looked out of place, as if it were hiding a secret. Curiosity surged within her, and she carefully opened it.

Inside was a single photograph. Her heart raced as she recognized the young Sarah, looking tired but filled with joy, cradling a newborn in her arms at the hospital. Natalie squinted at the baby, and her smile faded. The baby had a large birthmark on its cheek.

Flipping the photo over, she noted the date. It matched the day of her own birth. Her heart raced, confusion flooding her mind. “But I never had a birthmark,” she whispered to herself, panic rising as she scanned the photo again. A chill ran down her spine. Something was very wrong.

Fueled by a mix of anger and confusion, Natalie stormed into the bedroom, gripping the photograph tightly. “Mom? Don’t you have something to explain?” she demanded, thrusting the picture toward Sarah.

Sarah’s eyes widened, and she froze, her face pale. “Uhh… Natalie… where did you find that?” she asked, her voice shaky.

“In the box with the photo albums,” Natalie replied coldly.

Sarah swallowed hard, her hands trembling. “I can explain. It’s… it’s just the baby of a woman who was sharing the hospital room with me.”

Natalie narrowed her eyes, her suspicion deepening. “Really? And you’ve kept it all these years? Why would you hide it in an envelope?”

“I—I don’t know,” Sarah stammered, rubbing the back of her head. “It’s nothing, Natalie.”

“Don’t lie to me, Mom,” Natalie shot back, frustration boiling over. “You always do that when you lie. What’s going on? Who’s this baby?”

Sarah sighed deeply, her hands shaking. “It’s complicated, Natalie. It was a long time ago…”

Natalie crossed her arms defiantly. “Then start explaining.”

Taking a deep breath, Sarah sat on the edge of the bed. “Alright. But promise you won’t hate me.”

“I can’t promise that,” Natalie replied sharply, her heart racing as she braced for the truth.

Sarah closed her eyes for a moment, gathering her thoughts. “When your father and I first got married, we didn’t have much. We were poor, barely scraping by.”

“I know all that, Mom,” Natalie huffed, her impatience growing.

Sarah nodded, her expression pained. “Then, when I got pregnant, we were excited but scared. We didn’t have the money, but we wanted to keep the baby. When we went for the second ultrasound, they told us we were having twins.”

Natalie blinked, the revelation crashing over her like a wave. “Twins?”

Tears welled in Sarah’s eyes as she nodded. “Yes. But your father… he didn’t take it well. He said we couldn’t afford two children. He wanted me to have an abortion, but it was too late.”

Natalie’s breath caught in her throat, her heart aching for her mother, but she remained silent, waiting for her to continue.

“When you were born,” Sarah whispered, “you had a sister. But then… your father brought two strangers into the hospital room. He said… one of you had to go. I begged him, Natalie, I did. But he had already made up his mind.”

Natalie’s fists tightened in fury. “You let him take her?”

“I didn’t have a choice,” Sarah sobbed, tears streaming down her cheeks. “I didn’t want to lose either of you.”

Natalie stood, her chest heaving with a mix of anger and disbelief. “So, I have a sister—a twin—and you never told me? You let her go, and you stayed with him after that?”

“I loved him,” Sarah whispered, her voice breaking as she looked down, ashamed.

Natalie glared at her, her voice trembling with rage. “You loved him more than your own child! I knew you weren’t the best mother, but this… this is worse than I ever imagined!” She turned toward the door, her mind racing.

“Natalie, please—” Sarah called out, but Natalie didn’t stop. She bolted out of the room, out of the apartment, leaving her mother’s cries behind her.

Back in her own apartment, Natalie felt her hands shake as she typed a message to Sarah:

Who did you and Dad give her to?

Minutes dragged on, each one feeling like an eternity. When Sarah finally replied with the information, Natalie’s heart hardened. Without hesitation, she blocked her mother’s number, determined to find answers on her own.

A few quick searches on social media led her to her sister’s name—Amber. She lived in a neighboring state. With adrenaline surging through her veins, Natalie booked a plane ticket and boarded the flight that same afternoon, her mind racing with questions.

Upon landing, Natalie called a cab, and the driver took her to Amber’s address. As they arrived, the cab pulled up in front of a charming two-story house with a big, well-kept yard. Natalie sat in the backseat, nerves churning as she stared at the house.

“Lady, I can’t sit here all day; some of us have jobs,” the cab driver snapped, breaking her trance.

Irritated, Natalie shot him a quick glare before stepping out of the car, her legs unsteady. She walked up to the fence, clutching it tightly for support. Her breath caught when she spotted a woman who looked just like her—except for the birthmark on her cheek—playing with a little boy while a man, presumably her husband, laughed beside them.

An elderly couple sat nearby, holding hands, their smiles warm and gentle. When they leaned in for a kiss, it reminded Natalie of a love she had never seen between her own parents.

“Mom, Dad, come on, show some restraint,” Amber teased, grinning as she watched her parents kiss.

Just then, two older women strolled by and noticed Natalie at the fence. “Hi, Amber!” one of them greeted warmly, mistaking Natalie for her twin.

Caught off guard, Natalie hesitated. “Oh, uh… hi,” she replied awkwardly, forcing a

smile.

The other woman paused, her brow furrowing. “Do we know you?”

Natalie swallowed hard, suddenly overwhelmed by everything. “I’m… I’m looking for Amber.”

“Amber’s right here,” the first woman said, pointing.

Natalie took a deep breath, her heart racing. “Amber! Can I talk to you?”

Amber turned, her expression shifting from confusion to intrigue as she approached the fence. “Do I know you?” she asked, studying Natalie with curiosity.

With a lump in her throat, Natalie took a step closer. “I’m your twin sister.”

Amber’s eyes widened in shock, and for a moment, time stood still. She glanced between Natalie and the other woman, her breath hitching as she took in the resemblance.

“Twin sister?” Amber repeated, her voice barely a whisper.

“Yes,” Natalie affirmed, her heart pounding with every word. “Mom didn’t tell you about me, did she?”

“No. No, she didn’t. What are you doing here?” Amber’s eyes were wide with disbelief.

“I came to find you. I have so many questions,” Natalie replied, her heart aching at the thought of all they had missed.

Amber stepped closer to the fence, her expression a mix of curiosity and caution. “What do you mean? Why did she keep me from you?”

Natalie glanced back at the house, where the laughter of Amber’s family echoed. “She says she didn’t have a choice, but I don’t believe that. You’re my sister, Amber. We were supposed to grow up together. I need to know everything.”

Amber bit her lip, uncertainty flickering across her face. “Okay. Come in, and we can talk.”

As they crossed the threshold into Amber’s house, Natalie couldn’t shake the feeling of her mother’s betrayal. This was the moment she had been waiting for, but the truth had only revealed a deeper wound.

The room was filled with laughter, but as she stepped inside, it felt different. For the first time in her life, Natalie felt a sense of belonging that had been denied to her. Amber’s family welcomed her warmly, their smiles genuine, but they couldn’t fill the void left by her mother.

“Do you want to see our old baby pictures?” Amber asked, breaking the silence.

“Yes!” Natalie replied, feeling a flicker of hope.

As they dove into the past, sharing stories, laughter, and tears, Natalie realized she had found not just a sister but also a chance to heal the wounds of the past. The journey ahead was uncertain, but together, they could face it.

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