The reunion with my sister is both wonderful and gut-wrenchingly emotional. We cling to each other, holding tight for several long moments before pulling away, tears shimmering in both of our eyes. I laugh as I look at her. Diogo is right, we are so very similar. She's taller and curvier. Her hair has less red in it than mine, more of a rich auburn, but other than those differences we are very alike. Eyes are the same, bone structure, mannerisms. The years apart haven't changed us ...