Separated @ Birth: A True Love Story of Twin Sisters Reunited Read Online Free

I loved her “Lindsay Lohan” reference to
The Parent Trap
. In that movie, Lindsay Lohan plays both sisters in a pair of identical twins separated as infants and raised on different continents. I knew Anaïs was implying that somehow we could be identical twin sisters, too,separated at birth and raised on different continents. Her message seemed too sincere to be a joke. In the pit of my gut, I could feel how possible it was that this could be true.
    Now that we were Facebook friends, I had access to her photos and albums, and I got right to examining them. I had to make sure she wasn’t a poser, making up a phony identity. Anaïs was also “secure” in her settings on Facebook, which was a sign that, like me, she took her privacy seriously. Her photos all looked legitimate. What was most impressive about them was that she looked . . . just like me. Not like a cousin, not like a doppelgänger . . . like a mirror image of me.
    I started scrolling around her albums for a while. The similarities I was discovering in the pictures were uncanny. In one of them, she was looking at a menu in some restaurant. A commenter had written facetiously, “I want this and this and this,” seeming to indicate that Anaïs always wanted to taste everything. That was just like me. I always want to try every single item on the menu, and announce it in an overly excited manner. Even more bizarre, she had freckles just like me, even though Koreans having freckles is highly unusual. I always thought mine were the result of spending too much time lying in the Jersey Shore sun, working on my Snooki tan. Could my freckles be genetic? In a recent Halloween photo of Anaïs, she was dressed as an amazing black bird with crazy wings, which, according to a comment, she had made herself. I loved Halloween, too, and like Anaïs, I usually chose the funny animal costumes, despite the tendency for women to dress one degree sluttier for trick-or-treating. When I was finished with my cyber-stalking, I took a screenshot of Anaïs’s Facebook page and texted it to Justin Chon, the star of
21 & Over
, for his opinion. “Dude, that’s your twin,” he wrote back. Even though that same thought had slightly grazed my mind,it hadn’t truly occurred to me. I like to protect myself, so even if I believed it was probably true, I didn’t admit it. Instead, I kept my composure and continued to investigate, and by “investigate,” I mean that I sent the screenshot to all the people I knew, so that I could get their opinions on it. What can I say? I like teamwork.
    The opinion I valued most was that of my friend Kanoa. He was one of my best friends in Los Angeles, even though I’d only known him a few months. Justin had introduced us and we became close really fast, sharing our funny stories about acting school and commiserating about having to support ourselves as waiters. He was also an ethnic actor. He was hapa, an ethnically ambiguous blend of Chinese, Caucasian, Hawaiian, and a bunch of other races. Whatever they are, he is gorgeous.
    Kanoa’s opinion was really gentle and comforting. He didn’t want to say if he thought I had a twin, but he anticipated that I was likely in shock from being contacted by this French look-alike, so he asked me if I was okay. I really appreciated his sensitivity, especially after Justin’s surprisingly bold yet likely true pronouncement. I wanted other opinions, too, especially those of my two older brothers, Matt and Andrew. I told them not to tell Mom and Dad, thinking that would make the situation too big, but I wanted them to check out the pictures and tell me what they thought. Typical of my brothers, they didn’t give me much. Their responses were, “Wow . . . weird”—they were always so predictably generic.
    The thread of texts with my friends that ensued was insane. Justin was particularly relentless in his insistence that Anaïs and I were twins. “Sam, that’s your twin. She has to be. It’s your