10/11/2025
"Mom, he's my brother! – said the little boy to his millionaire mother and Then...“Life feels like a movie sometimes,” I used to think. But nothing prepared me for the day I saw myself standing on the street outside my father’s birthday party.
I’m Ashton Harris, son of millionaire businessman Alfonso Harris and his elegant wife, Penelope. I had the perfect life on paper: private school, luxury cars, vacations abroad. But that afternoon, while sneaking outside to avoid the fake smiles of my father’s guests, I froze.
There he was—a boy my age, staring back at me with wide blue eyes that mirrored mine. Same hair, same build, the same face. Only he wasn’t dressed in designer clothes. His shirt was ripped, his jeans dirty, his cheeks sunken from hunger.
For a moment, I thought it was a prank. A mirror, maybe. But then he blinked, alive, real.
“Who are you?” I whispered.
The boy’s voice was low, guarded. “Luke.”
I told him my name, reached out a hand. When he finally shook it, something inside me shifted—it felt like I had known him forever. But before I could ask more, my mother’s voice called my name. Luke bolted like a frightened animal, vanishing into the crowd.
That night, my mother had another nightmare. She cried in her sleep, whispering about giving birth to two babies, not one. My father insisted she was imagining things, but I noticed the way she held me tighter, as if part of her already knew the truth.
I couldn’t get Luke out of my head. The next day at school, I confided in my best friend, Hazel, who, unlike most, didn’t laugh. Instead, she said: “You need to find him again.”
Hazel’s driver, Theodore, reluctantly helped us search. And fate led us back to the very same street where we first met. There, digging through a dumpster, was Luke.
Hazel gasped when she saw us side by side. “You’re identical.”
We convinced him to talk. Luke told us he had grown up abandoned, surviving with the help of homeless strangers who later died. He had no family. No home.
Then Hazel noticed something— a small birthmark on Luke’s stomach, identical to mine. “You’re not just alike,” she whispered..."
