We Were Separated at an Orphanage—32 Years Later, I Saw the Bracelet I Made on a Little Girl’s Wrist

Back at the orphanage, just before we were separated, I had braided that bracelet myself—from strands of yarn I had taken from a craft workshop.

The same colors.

The same uneven knot.

My hands went cold.

Before I could talk myself out of it, I walked over to her and spoke softly.