10/15/2025
Mom, he's my brother! â said the little boy to his millionaire mother and Then...âLife feels like a movie sometimes,â I used to think. But nothing prepared me for the day I saw myself standing on the street outside my fatherâs birthday party.
Iâm 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 fatherâs guests, I froze.
There he wasâa boy my age, staring back at me with wide blue eyes that mirrored mine. Same hair, same build, the same face. Only he wasnât 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.
âWho are you?â I whispered.
The boyâs voice was low, guarded. âLuke.â
I told him my name, reached out a hand. When he finally shook it, something inside me shiftedâit felt like I had known him forever. But before I could ask more, my motherâs 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 couldnât get Luke out of my head. The next day at school, I confided in my best friend, Hazel, who, unlike most, didnât laugh. Instead, she said: âYou need to find him again.â
Hazelâs 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. âYouâre identical.â
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 somethingâ a small birthmark on Lukeâs stomach, identical to mine. âYouâre not just alike,â she whispered...