Did you hear about the college friends who had a lot in common? They both grew up in California, but chose a university in New Orleans. They met because they had a ton in common on the roommate survey. They have similar personalities and fashion sense. Shopping separately, they both bought the same jacket.
Turns out they’re half sisters! They have the same sperm-donor father. Crazy, right?
My own sister and I have had some weird coincidences, that were most noticeable when we were living in different states. When I was in college in Washington state and she was in high school, she called me to tell me she got her ear cartilage pierced. I had, too. The same weekend. We didn’t talk about wanting it done.
When she was getting married, we both showed up at the rehearsal dinner in the exact same black strappy heels. Our (then-) little cousin Emma, the flowergirl, adorably pointed it out. “Kelly, you and yo’ sistah have the same shoes on.”
And more recently, she took me upstairs in her Maryland home to show me the new curtains she bought for her bedroom. I laughed and told her I’d just bought the same one for my room in New York.
Don’t think our brother Domonic is exempt. When my friend had a baby named Nolan, I told my sister that was the one baby name my ex and I talked about. A few days later, she asked if Nolan was off my list and she could add it to hers. A few years later, my brother named his son Nolan.
I would have written those things off to being a tribute to how we were raised, but Mikayla and Emily’s story is making me reconsider.
How lucky for them to find a sister in the world – and they got to skip over the I-wish-you-were-never-born phase of sisterhood.
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