Henry’s daughter, Sophie, met Sandra at school, and they looked exactly alike. They immediately thought they were twin sisters. Henry was shocked when he met Sandra and her mother and decided to find out what had happened.
Henry had moved from Texas to Los Angeles when Sophie was seven years old, just before she started second grade. “Okay, here we are. Your new school, Sophie. Excited?” he asked as he dropped her off.
“I think so…” Sophie said nervously, twisting the hem of her skirt. “What if no one likes me?”
“They will. Just be kind, and if anyone’s mean, walk away. No fighting, okay?” Henry said, kissing her forehead.
Sophie waved goodbye and entered her new classroom. As she walked in, everyone stared—some even gasped. At the back, she noticed another blonde girl. One boy shouted, “It’s Sandra’s clone!”
Sophie turned and gasped. The girl looked exactly like her! Sandra, standing up, smiled and said, “Wow! We look like twins!”
Sophie grinned back. “Yeah, but I don’t have any sisters,” she replied.
“Me neither! Just my mom and me,” Sandra said, taking Sophie’s hand. “Come sit with me.”
They talked for a while and quickly became friends. When the teacher, Miss Carr, entered, she introduced Sophie. “This is Sophie Douglas, our new student.” She paused, clearly surprised.
“She’s just like Sandra!” one student whispered. Sophie introduced herself. “I love books and going to the beach with my dad. We moved here from Texas, and I’m excited to make new friends.” The class clapped.
“That’s wonderful, Sophie. And it seems you have a twin in our class!” Miss Carr said, beginning the lesson.
Sophie and Sandra spent the day together, bonding quickly. At the end of the day, Sophie excitedly told her dad all about Sandra.
Curious, Henry called Sandra’s mom, Wendy, and they arranged a playdate at McDonald’s. When Wendy and Sandra arrived, Henry was stunned. Wendy was equally shocked to see Sophie.
“Oh my God, you really do look like twins!” Wendy said. The girls ran off to play while the adults talked.
Henry introduced himself. “Nice to meet you.”
Wendy explained, “Sandra is adopted. Is Sophie your biological daughter?”
“Yes. Sophie’s mother, my ex-wife Irene, passed away a year ago. I have full custody. I worried about Sophie with all the changes, but meeting Sandra has been amazing,” Henry explained.
Henry mentioned they had moved from Dallas, Texas. Wendy paused. “Sandra was born in Texas too. Could your late wife have had twins?”
Henry was shocked. “I don’t know… I wasn’t there for the birth. But no, it doesn’t make sense. She gave birth before I returned.”
Wendy suggested cautiously, “Maybe she gave one child up for adoption?”
Henry considered it. “I suppose… maybe. But I never imagined she’d do that.”
They agreed to check with the hospital. A few days later, Henry discovered the truth: Irene had given birth to twins. One had been adopted—Sandra.
Henry arranged a DNA test to confirm. When the results came back, the girls were indeed twins. Henry respected Wendy’s role as Sandra’s mother, never trying to separate them.
They explained everything to the girls, telling Sandra she was adopted. The twins were delighted and hugged each other, shouting, “We’re sisters! We’re sisters!”
Henry and Wendy decided to co-parent together. The girls adapted beautifully to this new life. One night, Sophie surprised Henry.
“Dad, why don’t you marry Wendy? Then she could be my mom too.”
“It’s complicated, honey. Wendy and I are just friends,” Henry replied.
“I’ll never forget my mom. But I like her. She could be good for you too,” Sophie said.
Henry smiled. “We’ll see.”
Eventually, Sophie was right. Henry and Wendy started dating, and they married when the girls were 12. Both twins were bridesmaids.