She is beautiful. Her halo of curls frame her face.
The silk of her skin beckons a touch.
Her smile brightens the darkness.
Her dark eyes speak an untold story.
Her name means the light.
She is my sister's child, a gift from Ethiopia.
I watch our babies learn to play together.
Their difference is striking.
White. Black. Curly. Straight. Language.
Their sameness is striking.
Round bellies. Curious eyes. Soft words. Pure hearts.
They remind me of my sister and I.
Very different, yet the same.
Two children from opposites sides of the globe will lead us.
Back to each other.
I love you.
Do you have a sister?