Separated @ Birth: A True Love Story of Twin Sisters Reunited Read Free Page B

series made me look forward to it.
    All the stars of
21 & Over
, including Miles Teller, Justin Chon, and Skylar Astin, were going to be in attendance. We had loads of fun filming together. Justin and I even went barhopping after set, tossing back beers while bonding over being Asian-American actors.
    Like most mothers today, mine was cursed with contemporary-reference dyslexia and kept getting the name of the film confused. But I know she loves me, and getting the movie’s name right wasn’t the most important thing in the world. She had raised me with love and support, and I honored her for that.
    The day of the premiere was also my father’s birthday. He was turning . . . old. Little did I know that on his special day, I would soon be getting a huge gift of my own, one my whole family would enjoy for the rest of our lives.
    I woke up early on the twenty-first, “early” generally falling between the hours of eight and ten a.m. I headed over to my girlfriend Lauren’s apartment to have my nails painted. Lauren was a hostess at the restaurant where I waitressed, and we had become close friends with our shared crude senses of humor. Being a Jersey girl, I would be a complete disgrace if I stepped onto the red carpet without a manicure, and Lauren had offered to be my nail artist for the gala. Around eleven, while we were chatting and doing my nails, a Twitter message from someone I didn’t know popped up on my iPhone. “Hey Sam, my friend Anaïs sent you a message on FB, check it [smile] (it might be in the spam box).”
    Normally, a stranger contacting me via Twitter or Facebook would creep me out. I had all my Facebook settings set to “private” in order to avoid these strangers reaching me. However, this time for some unknown reason, I pulled up my Facebook page to see what this was all about. I didn’t have a message from an “Anaïs,” so I checked my friend requests. Right there, about one square inch in size, I saw a picture of myself. My first thought was . . . Great, a creepy KevJumba fan saw me on his YouTube channel and made a fake Facebook page of me. Kevin had a massive YouTube following and very dedicated subscribers, so it wasn’t out of the realm of possibility. And with all the “catfishing” out there, who’s to say what the truth was. But I clicked into the picture anyway. That’s when I realized it was not a picture of me. It was an actual . . . girl . . . a real live girl named Anaïs who lookedexactly like me. As I clicked around her profile, I learned that she was twenty-five and lived in London.
    I saw that we shared a birth date, but for some reason, it didn’t register as something significant. It was more like, Oh yeah . . . same birthday . . . hmm . . . weird. I showed Anaïs’s friend request to Lauren, who was still painting my nails, but neither of us knew what I should do about it. Finally, again for some inexplicable reason, I decided that Anaïs was legit, and I accepted her friend request.
    Just as quickly as I had friended her, I wished I hadn’t. I rarely accepted strangers into my world, and I was already regretting my haste in this decision. Excusing myself from Lauren’s polishing, I went over to her computer and changed my Facebook privacy settings immediately. This way, Anaïs would have only a restricted view of my profile, which made me feel much more secure. Just because she looked like me didn’t mean I had to let my guard down.
    A second or two after my settings were fixed, my phone alerted me to a Facebook message from this very Anaïs who I was trying to keep at arm’s length. Anaïs Bordier. Just when I thought I was at a safe distance, here she was again. I felt strangely calm as I decided to see what she had to say. It was almost as if there was some divine intervention guiding me toward someone I was destined to encounter. I had no other explanation.
    I didn’t know what to think about the girl’s message. She was awesome, and