The room fell silent.
“Explain, please,” I urged Josh.
Josh isn’t my biological grandson. When I was 48, I adopted him from an orphanage. He was 5 years old and had lost his parents in an accident. I wanted a child but struggled with personal relationships.
When I met Josh, he was a scared little boy. “What about the rest of his family?” I had asked. “Wouldn’t they come looking?”
“There isn’t anyone else,” Mandy, the social worker, said. “We’ve searched. He had to be separated from his sister, who was adopted three weeks ago.”
“And the family didn’t want to take Josh?”
“Sadly, no,” Mandy admitted. “They just wanted the youngest child.”
I adopted Josh as his grandmother because I was already going gray and didn’t want people asking why his mother was so old. Eventually, on his 15th birthday, I told him the truth about the adoption—but nothing about his sister because I didn’t have the information.
“Tell me,” I urged Josh.
“Gran, after you told me the truth about me being adopted, I felt settled. But I just felt there was more to the story, you know?”
I nodded, not wanting to interrupt him.
“So, a few months ago, I went back to the orphanage, and they told me about a sister—Allison. They could give me information because we’re biological siblings.”
“And then, Josh found me on Facebook,” Allison chimed in. “We’ve been talking for a while. Although, he didn’t tell me the truth at first.”
“Well, I didn’t know if you knew the truth,” Josh retorted. “I couldn’t just say that I found your details in an old file at an orphanage.”
“I didn’t think our first meeting would happen here, in your home,” Allison said.
“I think we need some dinner,” I said, getting the food.
As we sat down, I silently observed Josh and Allison’s reunion. I had no idea they could have known each other, let alone be siblings. Josh ate quietly, processing his thoughts. Allison’s eyes were glazed over—wondering what she was thinking.
“Gran, why did you invite Allison over?” Josh asked, pouring more wine.
“Because I wanted to play matchmaker,” I admitted.
Allison started giggling, and soon the room echoed with laughter.
The initial awkwardness transformed into profound joy—I had hoped to bring love into Josh’s life, never imagining it would come in the form of a sister’s bond long severed by fate. But their roles in each other’s lives were restored.
Later, when Allison did the dishes, Josh and I stood outside.
“I can’t believe this,” Josh whispered, his voice cracking with emotion. “You’ve given me so much,” he said. “And now, you’ve unknowingly brought Allison back. We’ve been talking, but neither of us had the courage to actually meet.”
The rest of the night unfolded with stories of childhood memories lost and found, of heartaches and hope, and the unshakeable bond of family.
As I lay in bed that night, the house quiet once more, I couldn’t help but feel that their meeting was predestined. At least now, Allison will be in Josh’s life in some capacity.
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