I fell in love with my married neighbor at first sight. I knew he had a wife and kids, but it never stopped me. Recently, he asked me to babysit his children while his wife was in hospital.
I agreed. I was truly shocked when I met his kids, because they looked exactly like me. Not in the vague “kids kind of look like everyone” way.
I mean, really like me. Same eyes, same shape of the nose, even the same dimple on the left cheek when they smiled. My breath caught in my throat when the oldest one, a boy of about eight, tilted his head just like I did when I was confused.
My mind raced with all sorts of thoughts. Was it possible? No, it couldn’t be.
I had never even been with him — not physically. Just… mentally. Emotionally.
I had built castles in the sky just from seeing him mow the lawn or wave to the mailman. But that was all. I tried to shake it off.
Maybe I was reading too much into it. Maybe it was all just coincidence. But as I spent more time with the kids — three of them — the similarities became too loud to ignore.
They were kind, witty, had a sense of humor I recognized from myself. It was like watching little versions of me exist in someone else’s world. That night, when he returned, I asked him casually, “Your kids… they’re adorable.
They look a lot like someone I know.”
He smiled, half-distracted as he took off his coat. “Yeah? People say they look like their mom.”
I didn’t say anything else.
I just nodded and left, but the thought kept gnawing at me. The next day, I dug into memories I hadn’t touched in years. I remembered being a donor.
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