“Is that so?”
Junie’s face lit up. “Want to see a picture? I used the camera like you told me!”
I had given her a small pink disposable camera for her first day—something fun, something to remember.
She handed it to me proudly.
“Ms. Kelsey helped take it. Lizzy was shy. She even asked if we were sisters!”
I flipped through the photos.
And there they were.
Two little girls standing side by side.
Same eyes. Same curls. Even the same freckles beneath their left eyes.
My hands trembled.
“Did you know her before today?”
“Nope. But she said we should be friends since we look the same. Can she come over sometime?”
“Maybe,” I said softly. “We’ll see.”
That night, I sat staring at the photo, my heart racing—hope and fear colliding inside me.
Deep down, I knew this was only the beginning.
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