Sibling Love

I met a man whose story both broke my heart and stirred something deep in me. He was born a twin, but his twin didn’t survive. In fact, for a brief moment, his parents thought both boys had died—until a doctor came running back with news: “We have a heartbeat. One baby lives.”

That one was Adam (not his real name).

And he told me he even wrote a song called “My Twin,” but he can barely listen to it without crying. Because for his whole life, he has carried a longing—a hole where a brother should’ve been. A shadow that whispers, “What would it have been like, if we grew up together?”