I Lost One of My Twins at Birth, Then My Son Met a Boy Who Looked Just Like Him

I was certain I had buried one of my twin sons the day they were born. For five years, I carried that grief like a quiet scar beneath my skin. It was a pain that did not announce itself with tears or screams in the middle of the night, but rather lingered in the spaces between breaths, in the pauses of everyday life, in the silent moments when no one was watching. Then, one ordinary Sunday at a playground, my world split wide open. My name is Lana. When I was pregnant, warned…
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