Chương 23: Mother by Chance
Chapter 23: The Search Begins
I sat at the kitchen table, staring at the piece of paper in front of me. On it was a name: Samantha. My twin sister.
I felt a mix of emotions as I thought about Samantha. Excitement, curiosity, and a little bit of fear. What would it be like to meet my twin sister? Would we have anything in common?
My mother sat down next to me, a cup of coffee in her hand. "Are you okay, Alex?" she asked.
I nodded, taking a deep breath. "I'm fine," I said. "I just need to process everything."
My mother put a hand on my shoulder. "I know it's a lot to take in," she said. "But I'm here for you, Alex. We'll get through this together."
I smiled, feeling a sense of gratitude towards my mother. She had kept secrets from me, but I knew she had done it to protect me.
"So, where do we start?" I asked, looking at my mother.
My mother took a sip of her coffee before speaking. "We'll start by searching for Samantha online," she said. "We can try to find her on social media or through people search websites."
I nodded, pulling out my laptop. "Let's get started," I said.
As we searched for Samantha online, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement. What would it be like to meet my twin sister? Would we have anything in common?
After a few hours of searching, we finally found a hit. A Samantha with the same last name as my biological parents had a profile on a social media website.
I felt a surge of excitement as I clicked on her profile. What would I find?
As the page loaded, I felt my heart racing with anticipation. What would Samantha's profile say about her?
Finally, the page loaded, and I saw a picture of a girl who looked identical to me. Same eyes, same hair, same smile.
I felt like I was staring at a mirror image of myself.
"Is that her?" my mother asked, looking over my shoulder.
I nodded, my eyes fixed on the screen. "It's her," I said.
As I looked at Samantha's profile, I felt a sense of connection to her. We had the same eyes, the same hair, the same smile.
But as I read through her posts, I realized that we were also very different. Samantha seemed outgoing and confident, while I was more introverted and reserved.
I felt a pang of curiosity. What would it be like to meet Samantha in person?
As I sat there, staring at Samantha's profile, I knew that I had to find out.
"Let's try to contact her," I said, looking at my mother.
My mother nodded, a small smile on her face. "Let's do it," she said.
As we sent Samantha a message, I felt a sense of excitement and nervousness. What would she say? Would she even respond?
As we waited for a response, I couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation. What would happen next?
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