Seventy Years Later, I Finally Reconnected With the Sister I Thought I’d Lost

Seventy Years Later, I Finally Reconnected With the Sister I Thought I’d Lost

For most of my life, my sister existed only as a memory.

A laugh echoing down a hallway. A small hand gripping mine. A name spoken less and less over the years — not because she was forgotten, but because it hurt too much to say it out loud.

Seventy years ago, we were separated.

And for seven decades, I believed I would never see her again.