My Long Lost Sister

"Liam, we need to talk"

My mum entered the room with a sad expression, playing on her hollow face. She walked over to my bed and gently sat on it. I squinted and  noticed fresh tears starting in her blue orbs.

Why was she crying?

This must've been the first time I'd seen my mum cry, honestly I didn't think she was capable of it. I thought mums were supossed to be strong, I thought they never felt sadness. This sight was a new one for me.

Her skinny hands trembled as she opened her mouth, then eruptedly closed it again, as whatever she was about to tell me, wouldn't come out. It was like she couldn't find the words. What was going on?

"What is it mum?" I asked worriedly trying to read her sad face.

My mum shook her head and smiled, trying to hold back the tears. She slowly brought her hand to my head and began ruffling my dark hair, "I sometimes forget what a big boy you are, I can't believe your 13, a teenager. I can't believe my little baby is a teenager".

"Mum" I said rolling my eyes, "get to the point, please"

My took her hand and held it to mine "Liam" she said in a quiet voice, almost a whisper, "you have a sister".

Those words that left her mouth, made my mind fill with confusion, "what?"

"You are meant to have a sister" my mom said slowly, as if I was a baby.

I shook my head, "yeah I mean I got that, I just don't understand what your saying. A sister how do I have a sister? That's....not even possible".

"Listen, Liam" my mum said briefly pausing, almost thinking throughrally what she should say next, "the day of your birth, let's just say you didn't come out alone, on that very day, you were born with a twin sister. A beautiful girl with soft brown air and inquiring green eyes. She had a birthmark on the palm of her hand. That was my last memory of her. The next day, when the doctors took you away to get cleaned, I took rest. When I came back to take both of you home, you were the only one there, she was gone".

By this time the rogue tears in her eyes, began to trickle down her pale face, like a melted ice cream cone on a sunny day. By this time she wasn't even trying to hold them back, she just let them flow.

My head felt jumbled. I didn't even know what to think. This was all happening to suddenly, what was I supossed to do?

For some reason, I then got the urge to take the chair my mum was sitting on and throw it across the room. Anger flamed my insides, towards the nurses who let my sister vanish. If my sister was here today......my life would have been different. I would never be lonely, I'd always have someone by my side.

"Why are you telling me this now? After all these years....."

"You weren't ready before, and I don't think your ready now". My mum said sadly.

I got off my bed and turned away, the tears now entering my eyes. I walked out the door and sunk to the floor, my eyes getting soggy as I put my face in my hands and sobbed. I didn't know why I was so sad.............I just was.

I had a sister; I twin sister.

All I knew is that I would find her. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but I would find her.