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Rated: E · Short Story · Family · #2139824
Sally bumps into someone she hasn't seen in a long time.
Sally put her bowl down. The milk sloshed back and forth in the dish. Sally felt like there was something she forgot, but she couldn't put her finger on it.

Maybe I forgot something at Mom's house, she thought.

Sally had just moved out of her mother's house and into her own home a week or so before, just as soon as she was old enough to do so.

Sally checked her closet and noticed she needed to do some shopping.

I'd better run into the clothes store before work, she reminded herself, I might forget to do it later.

Sally drove her car to the store, and shopped around for a little bit. When she looked at her watch to check the time, she noticed her watch had stopped.

"Excuse me, ma'am," she asked the woman next to her, "Do you have the time?"

"It's 8:30," the woman responded after looking at her own watch, "Are you late for something?"

"Oh, my!" Sally exclaimed, "Are you sure?"

That must be what I forgot! Sally figured.

"Yes, I'm sure," the woman assured her.

"Oh, my, oh, my!" Sally kept saying as she dropped what she was planning on buying and ran toward the exit.

Sally ran right into a young man walking in. Both Sally and the man fell, and both of their glasses flew off and onto the floor.

"I'm so sorry!" Sally quickly apologized.

"No, no, I'm sorry," he said.

When Sally looked at the man, something suddenly clicked inside her.

"Um, sir, may I ask your name?" Sally asked.

"Sure," he said, "I'm Tomas."

"Thomas?" Sally asked.

"No, it's pronounced Toe-moss. What is your name?"

"I'm Sally," she said, nearly crying, "Tomas! It's me, your twin sister!"

Sally didn't know how she knew this, but she felt it in her heart to be true, and spoke before she knew what she was saying.

"Sally?" he asked, "Is it really you?"

"Yes, it is."

By this time, Sally actually was crying.

"Is something wrong?" Tomas asked.

"No. In fact, for the first time in years things are almost perfect."

Sally opened her purse and pulled out a scrap of paper, on which she wrote her house address.

"I have to go to work. I'm extremely late," Sally said, handing her brother the piece of paper, "Drop by my house sometime, and we can have a proper chat."
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