“Sister!”
I can hear the pure joy in Layla’s voice as she greets her long lost Star Twin. Ayala runs into her arms and they embrace. Seeing them together like this, it is so clear that they are two halves of a whole.
“It’s been so, so long,” Layla says, holding Ayala’s face in her hands so that she can look at her. Layla’s face is wrinkled, and her hair is gray, while Ayala looks like she’s my age. Still, it’s obvious that they are twins. The sparkle in their eyes is the same, the way their laughs sound like wind chimes, and the way they brush stray strands of their long hair behind their ears.
“Welcome home,” Layla says, taking Ayala by the hand and guiding her to the sofa. They sit together and immediately start chattering away. Clearly, they have a lot to catch up on. Nash and I ca
