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

but my focus was on what could be going wrong. I had already factored in the time zone differences, and as it was seven o’clock in the evening here in London, it was about eleven in the morning for Samantha in California. If she was anything like me, and I assumed she was, she would have gotten up fairly recently, and she would be checking all of her social media. So, why wasn’t she writing back? I was suddenly alarmed that she wouldn’t see my message, or worse, she would but wouldn’t answer. On Facebook, you could see if somebody had read your message, so I was watching my computer screen, waiting for the pernicious “seen at blah blah time,” but it never appeared.
    I waited at Kelsang’s until well after midnight, but no reply from Samantha. By now, it would be late afternoon in California, so it would be almost impossible for her not to have logged on. It crossed my mind that she could have aFacebook privacy setting that would allow her to see my friend request without my knowing. If that was the case, and she wasn’t responding, there was nothing I could do about it. There was also the possibility that it had gone to her spam box, so my request would be equally doomed.
    I was exhausted, emotionally and physically. Waiting was only adding to my anxiety, and although I knew what I was waiting for, Samantha lived in another world. Having expectations about what she would do with my friend request was getting me nowhere. All I could do was go home and get into bed. I still couldn’t stop obsessing about her—I watched Samantha’s videos a thousand times before falling asleep.
    Where was she? What was she doing at this moment? Those were my first thoughts when I woke up on Wednesday, February 20, 2013. My probable twin was out there somewhere, over there in America, and I was feeling energized. When I talked to my parents, I promised to send them some of the amazing pictures of Samantha I had found on Instagram. Mum seemed to be getting really excited about the idea of what she could discover from the photos. Dad was not as enthusiastic, although he encouraged me to send on what I had found.
    Obviously, if I had a long-lost twin, this was going to impact more than just me. The dynamics of our entire family would change. Theoretically, my parents would suddenly have another daughter. Wait a minute . . . that would mean I had two sets of parents. Would I have to explain to four people that I wanted a tattoo? Who would Samantha’s parents be to me? Who would everybody be to one another? I adored the set of parents I had. Would I have to share them with Samantha now?
    I generally don’t give away my feelings for others, butmy parents are incredible people, and I cannot imagine life without them. They are my real parents, the ones I argue with and admire at the same time. They are loving, thoughtful, and kind. What if I didn’t like Samantha’s parents? What if Samantha didn’t like my parents? What would our parents be to one another? Would everybody get along? What would we do about holidays and birthdays? Spend them all together, or alternate houses, like married couples do with in-laws?
    I was probably getting ahead of myself, but slowly the idea of having a twin started to really weigh on me. I lay in my bed paralyzed, contemplating all the possible relationships and scenarios, and as of yet, the Futermans were only strangers. They didn’t even know about the Bordiers. Bringing myself back to the present, I looked at Sam’s Twitter again, hoping to find something I may have missed the day before. I called Mum to let her know I was still doing okay, and she suggested I send Samantha a message asking if she had been born in Busan, like me. Samantha had not yet answered my Facebook request, so my biggest fear remained that she might never answer me, no matter how many messages I sent her.
    I was glad I had revisited Samantha’s Twitter. This time I looked at older tweets she had been posting during her