A woman with chest-haired went out on the porch. She was a little taller than me and had the same brown eyes I could see every morning in the mirror.
I got out of the car.
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Sarah?
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Emily?
We got down slowly. For a moment, none of them knew what to do. Then Emily opened her arms.
I hugged her.
It wasn’t a perfect hug, like in the movies. He was left-handed and full of tears. But it was real. And for the first time, I felt that an unknown part of my life was beginning to get a face.
“I’m glad you came,” she whispered.
— And I.
In the house, Michael greeted us with a warm smile, and Lily showed up from behind him, holding a teddy bear.
Mommy, who is the lady?
Emily leaned bent down with her.
She is Aunt Sarah.
That word struck me straight into my heart.
