My Sister and I Were Separated in an Orphanage – 32 Years Later, I Saw the Bracelet I Had Made for Her on a Little Girl
My name is Elena. When I was eight, I promised my little sister I’d find her. It took 32 years to keep that promise.
Mia and I grew up together in an orphanage—no parents, no past, just each other. When a couple came to adopt only one child, I was taken. Mia screamed as they pulled her away, and I promised I’d come back for her.
As an adult, I searched for decades. Her adoption records were sealed, her name changed. Life moved on—career, marriage, divorce—but I never stopped looking for my lost sister.
Last year, on a business trip, I saw a little girl in a grocery store wearing a red-and-blue braided bracelet. I had made the exact same bracelet for Mia when we were children.
Her mother walked over—and it was Mia.
She had kept the bracelet all these years. When her daughter turned eight, she passed it on.
After 32 years apart, we finally reunited. We’re not erasing the past—we’re rebuilding, slowly, one call and one visit at a time.
