I Carried a Baby for My Twin Sister—But the Moment She Saw the Newborn, She Stepped Back and Said, “This Is Not the Child We Wanted”
Someone Daisy occasionally saw.
Someone I loved differently.
That was enough.
Two halves of one heart?
No.
Our father meant it affectionately.
Still, I came to dislike the phrase.
It implies incompleteness alone.
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