I Found My Neighbor’s Twin Toddlers Hiding in My Empty Trash Can—Then Their Mother Told Me Why They Had Been Sent to Find Me

“You can come into my kitchen.”

The girl in yellow slowly lifted her arms.

I set the lid fully open and helped her out, supporting her carefully.

Then I lifted her sister.

They were warm against my arms despite the cool morning, and both held on more tightly than I expected.

The moment their feet reached the ground, they grabbed my jeans.

“My name is Nora,” I said.

“What are yours?”