6/14/2022 I do not know why I share this but I think I should. This something I wrote as fiction but it really did happen. I do not know if this is hope or grace.

It was just a little girl

It was just a little girl. She was just standing there looking at me. Others saw her and gave her such strange looks. I stood there and realized we had been staring at each other for a very long time.

She was tiny and her blue eyes looked so large, almost too large. Her dark hair hung around her face to where all I could see was her eyes. Her eyes held us together and though I wanted to leave I went toward her.

“Hello. Do I know you? Or should I ask do you know me?” My questions were met with a silence but the look never changed. The blue eyes held me and I realized there was no emotion in them. Her eyes just stared.

What should I do? What could I do? Everything in me just wanted to run. I wanted to flee those eyes that locked me in their grip. Where could I go? Was there somewhere I should be?

After what seemed a lifetime a tiny voice asked, “Don’t you know me?” I stood there mute as every word left me. “Don’t you know who I am?”

I stood there mute as the world swirled by around us as though we were in the world but at the same time set apart from it. We were in a little pocket separated from all that swirled around us.

Then it hit me and I knew who she was. “Sharon?” I spoke a name I had never heard and the response was a glowing smile that affirmed the dream of so long ago.

Years ago a doctor had removed something that was in my left arm and I was shocked to learn it was brain matter from an unformed twin. This revelation made me both happy and sad.

Now before me was my twin. She was flesh of my flesh and her fullness and life was astounding.

“I just wanted you to know I am alive and well with God as all those who were not born are. The evil one seeks to destroy and kill but God defeats this effort by His gift of life.”

I was stunned and my mind raced and finally a response formed in my mind and moved to my lips. “You are alive.”

A gentle laugh and a twinkle in her eyes glowingly showed something beyond humor or happiness. It was joy.

“I wanted you to know I am alive and well and I am allowed to be with you for a little while. I have seen you but I wanted to meet you so you could know I am alive and well.”

A joy filled my soul and an emptiness I never knew I had was filled. I felt complete. I am complete.

Like a shock I realized others had seen her as they went by. “Others saw you. They looked at you. How can this be?”

Another gentle laugh, like music to my soul, surrounded me and her gentle voice proclaimed “I am alive. They should be able to see me. How could they not?”

I did not understand but understanding was no longer important. A question I never knew I had was answered. I was content.

“Goodbye brother. We are one more than any twin where both walk around together. You see me but part of me is in you still.”

I was shocked as slowly it seemed she faded away as again she said, “Part of me is in you still.”

A smile came to my heart as well as my face. Sharon is alive. There is no birth certificate but she is alive. I walked away from the experience but not from her.

Was this just a dream? Maybe I will never know. That is okay.