After picking up a pair of twin girls out in the middle of nowhere, man left them at home with his paralyzed wife and took off..

He walked in and saw the scene. The girls calling his wife Mommy. And Sarah, seeing him, propped herself up on one elbow.

Unbelievable. Never happened before. “John, I think I can feel my legs,” Sarah said.

“Why are these girls calling me Mommy? John, they look like me when I was little.” John could see it too—the twins looked like Sarah. He grabbed a photo album from the shelf and found the picture Sarah mentioned.

Both girls were the spitting image of Sarah. But they couldn’t be hers. Four years ago, they were married, living here.

John would’ve noticed if his wife was pregnant and gave birth, especially while paralyzed. “I think they’re my sister’s kids,” Sarah said.

“Remember, I told you about my orphanage memories?” “Of course,” John said. “What do we do?” “We need to find her.

And you’ll have to do it.” “Sarah, do you realize what’s happened?” John asked. “What?” “Sarah, these girls got you moving.

It’s a miracle. For this, I’d find not just your sister, I’d track down the devil himself.” “No devils, please,” Sarah said, then burst into tears.

“What’s wrong?” “I think my memory’s coming back. John, was he bald?” “Who?” John didn’t follow. “Him.”

Sarah fell silent, sobbing. It was enough emotion for one day. It was late.

John got back from work at 1:30 a.m. Time to sleep. The house John and Sarah lived in was small.

As a kid, John thought it was huge. When he and his sister ran around, climbing to the attic wore out their legs. Now he couldn’t imagine how five of them lived here.

Mom, Dad, him, his sister, and Grandpa. The kitchen doubled as the living room. Icons hung in the corner, a bench, a table.

Half the room was taken by the woodstove. Grandpa slept behind it. John and his sister on top, Mom and Dad in the bedroom.

In summer, when it was hot, his parents slept in the attic, also a hayloft. He and his sister got their bed.

Grandpa stayed behind the stove, like a cricket. As they grew, John and his sister took the attic, and their parents stayed in the bedroom. They lived close, but content.

John made a bed for the girls on the stove. On chilly nights like this, he’d burn a couple of logs for warmth. The stove was still cozy.

The girls were exhausted, shaken from the day. Morning’s wiser than evening. They curled up together and slept like kittens.

What a treasure, John thought. Lucky someone, to have such gems. To have them, and not value them.

“Mom, Mom, get up, let’s go play! Look at the sun!” the girls shouted, bursting into John and Sarah’s room. They’d never woken to kids’ voices before.

It was strange, new. John sat up and helped Sarah. “Girls, do you remember your mom’s name?” “Kate, Mommy Kate,” they said.

“And this lady’s name is Sarah.” “No, she’s not a lady, she’s our mom,” the girls insisted. “Emma and Ava, this lady just looks like your mom.”

John started to explain, but Sarah cut in. “Girls, listen. Mommy’s a little sick and can’t play with you.

Her legs hurt. So go play, but don’t go far from the house.” She smiled, opening her arms.

The girls hugged Sarah, kissed her cheeks. “Okay, Mommy!” they shouted, running outside. “Sarah, what are you doing?” John asked.

“What else can I do? They won’t listen to you. I’m sure they’re my sister’s kids. You need to find out something, or I’ll lose my mind.

It’s your day off. Please, go to my adoptive parents, ask where they adopted me.

Find out. I’m begging you. Otherwise, I’ll start thinking these are my kids from another dimension.”

“Got it.” He did as she asked and learned that the orphanage had twin girls—Sarah and Kate. They were so different in personality that, despite their identical looks, you’d hardly believe they were sisters.

Kate was adopted by a wealthy couple. They loved her energy, her stubbornness. They didn’t want the second girl, saying, “What do we do with this quiet one?

Not our style, and still waters run deep,” the adoptive mother said. A small bribe settled it, and Kate went to the rich family. The orphanage director didn’t mind.

Another couple, looking for a calm child, took Sarah to their small town. John was stunned…

He dug deeper. It took time, and the girls stayed with them. They kept calling Sarah Mommy, and Sarah gently asked about the day they ended up in the woods.

But they couldn’t say much. Just that Mommy put them in the car, drove to the forest, told them to wait, and promised ice cream.

Time passed, but Mommy didn’t come back. Then Uncle John found them, brought them here, and there was Mommy…