Sometimes I still wondered what would have happened if that nurse had arrived thirty seconds later.
If I had opened my car door.
If I had driven away.
If two sisters who had entered the world holding onto each other had grown up in separate homes, never knowing the other existed.
That thought still hurts.
But it also reminds me of something.
The worst decision of your life does not always have to become the final decision of your life.
Sometimes someone calls your name before it is too late.
And when they do…
you turn around.