Adoption Reunion—”Are you my sister Cindy?”

“Are you my sister Cindy?” —Judith Land

I had never met my sister or even seen a picture of her…my heart skipped several beats as we instinctively reached across the counter and hugged each other tightly for the very first time. We held hands, stared into each others eyes in amazement, and smiled radiantly at each other. Oblivious to the long line of impatient customers waiting in line behind us, we stood catatonically speechless and faced each other until my husband Martin broke our stunned silence and summoned us both outside. He glanced around for a quiet place with intimate surroundings where we could talk and guided us toward the restaurant next door, astonishingly named the “First Connection.”

My ‘first connection’ with a biological relative was a serendipitous encounter with an exceptionally lovely, intelligent, feminine girl named Cindy. There was something familiar about her. She was exotic, but intuitively familiar. Our actions and facial expressions were the same, but opposite, like two mimes facing a mirror. We stared into each others eyes. Realizing the connection, we extended our arms and hugged for the first time. I finally discovered what I had been looking for my entire life—my roots. I was overwhelmed by the emotional intensity of the embryonic reunion experience.

Our conversation flowed back and forth, and, like a good fireworks display, many ogles and awes filled it. We laughed, giggled, and bonded easily. I was thrilled to have my youngest sister Cindy as my first connection. It was a perfect day. I was enchanted by the experience and astonished by our similarities in body language, habits, mannerisms, ways of thinking, and speaking. Even our voices were alike. Martin could see firsthand the obsession that had inflamed my passions to seek my true identity and why I had never given up my quest to find my biological family. My reward was a lovely sister. I was thrilled.

Judith Land

 

Adoption Detective