Mia and I grew up together in a crowded orphanage where we were the entire world of each other. Since we had no parents or photos, I spent my childhood protecting her and teaching her small skills like braiding hair and finding extra food. When I was eight years old, I used red and blue yarn from a craft box to make two matching bracelets so we would never forget our bond. Our lives changed forever when a visiting couple decided to adopt me but refused to take Mia because they were not ready for two children. I begged to stay with her, but the director insisted I move forward with my new life. As the staff pulled Mia away, I promised her that I would eventually find her.
My adoptive family provided me with a stable home, but they preferred that I never mention my previous life or my sister. I learned to keep my memories of Mia private while growing into an adult with a successful career. On my eighteenth birthday, I returned to the orphanage to search for her, only to find that her records were sealed. I tried several times over the years to gain more information about her whereabouts, but every attempt ended in a dead end. Despite the decades of silence and the distance between us, I never truly gave up hope that she was out there somewhere waiting for me to fulfill my childhood vow.
Thirty two years passed before a routine business trip led me to a supermarket. While standing in the aisle, I noticed a young girl named Lily wearing a familiar red and blue bracelet. I froze as I recognized the crooked pattern of the yarn I had stolen so long ago from the orphanage craft supplies. When I asked the child about the jewelry, she explained that her mother had given it to her because it was made by someone special. A woman approached us, and I recognized my sister immediately by the tilt of her head. I gathered my courage and asked if she had grown up in an orphanage, watching as she turned pale with realization.
We spent several hours in a nearby cafe where Mia introduced me to her daughter and shared her story. She had kept the bracelet for decades before passing it on to Lily. Mia admitted that she feared I had forgotten her, while I explained that I had spent my adult life trying to track her down through legal channels. Finding her in such a common setting felt like a miracle that finally brought peace to my heart and allowed me to keep my promise. We are now slowly stitching our lives back together through regular visits and phone calls as we make up for the thirty two years we spent apart.