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Ọmọ́túndé: A Bond Broken & Renewed | a short story by Michelle Adegboro
Even as a newborn, you could see Iris's eyes, ears, nose, and hair in hers. It was a beautiful reminder. I held her in my arms, played with her, and sang her the songs I used to sing with my sister. I named her Ọmọ́túndé because I believed she was my twin returned again.