She was never really lost. I just didn't know quite how to find her and I finally did - by google-ing another family member's name, that led me in a roundabout path to her...and this is what she looked like when I was 8; so she must have been 22. And this is me at 22 as well. From what I'm told, she and I looked a lot alike.
But it's so hard for me to tell...
She's so cute. And I rack my brain to remember her - singing to me, changing my diapers, letting me sit in her lap like I was her baby. But I was too young to store those memories permanently so I rely on her to share them with me. And she has. But to her, I am still a child.
I feel almost like I lost something. Even though I found someone. And it makes me a lot sad, but also a lot happy. Is it ever too late to find people out there, who share the same family as you, who you have a deep connection to, and who know things about you and your life that you don't?