{"id":2813,"date":"2025-05-22T18:15:54","date_gmt":"2025-05-22T18:15:54","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/readmore.cx\/?p=2813"},"modified":"2025-05-22T18:16:26","modified_gmt":"2025-05-22T18:16:26","slug":"it-took-me-67-years-to-find-my-sister-my-story","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/readmore.cx\/?p=2813","title":{"rendered":"It Took Me 67 Years to Find My Sister- My Story"},"content":{"rendered":"
It was 3 a.m. when Judy sat in her son\u2019s kitchen, restless and lost in thoughts of May, her sister separated from her 67 years ago. Adopted by a loving family, Judy had a good life\u2014but May\u2019s absence left a hole she never stopped trying to fill. Over the decades, she searched: letters, records, DNA tests. Nothing. One night, her curious grandson Peter noticed her quiet obsession. \u201cTry Facebook,\u201d he suggested. Judy hesitated, but Peter offered to help.<\/p>\n
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They spent hours searching, but again came up empty\u2014until Judy received a message from Dr. Smith, the doctor at the hospital where she and May were born. \u201cI think we\u2019ve found her,\u201d the message read. With Peter by her side, Judy called Dr. Smith and learned May had recently come looking for her too. He had forwarded May\u2019s contact information. Heart pounding, Judy opened her email\u2014and there it was: an address. The next day, Judy and Peter drove to a small house filled with sunflowers\u2014May\u2019s favorite flower. Judy knocked. The door opened. \n<\/a><\/p>\n
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