Woman Discovers Twin More Than a Half-Century Later

Meet Paola Rivera

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A few weeks ago, I was introduced to Paola Rivera. I was also fortunate enough to read the inspiring true story she wrote about her mother that, as Paola says herself, is something that normally only happens in Jodi Picoult novels or films. While social media has its downsides, Paola’s story illustrates how, in some ways, it can lead to miraculous discoveries. More than a half-century later, Paola’s mother discovered she has a twin who she never even knew about. Below is a guest post from Paola, initially published on Paola’s blog LIVE. TRAVEL. BLESS:

Life is weird.

Not in the sense that you spend four years falling in love with an entire community of people and bars and a big white M made of rocks and pizza Gumby’s at midnight and a set of six columns, and then are expected to uproot and start over somewhere else without all of that in an arm’s reach (can you tell I’m struggling with some post-grad angst?)…but in the sense that your life can be irrevocably changed in a matter of seconds. On a random July evening. Without even a hint that your life is about to be turned upside down and inside out.

So, let me give you a brief history of the Riveras -

Dad: born in Guatemala, has two brothers, grew up in Colombia.
Mom: born in Czechoslovakia, has one brother, moved anywhere you can think of while growing up. She’s lived in Africa and stuff – casual.
Me: born in Guatemala. *Fun fact* I was considered a ‘legal alien’ until my freshman year at Mizzou. K. Thanks, America.
Sister: born in Texas (someone got the short end of the exotic stick).

Typical somewhat foreign family living in the land of the free, right? Right. So what’s the deal, why is any of this important? Well, you see, this is where that super-weird-life-changing moment comes into play for us. Allow me to elaborate on the history of my momma – and by elaborate, I mean paraphrase, because a full background could take hours and many cups of coffee or even an autobiography (ESPECIALLY after this plot twist). The quick and dirty: mom was born in Czechoslovakia, emigrated to Austria when the Russians invaded Prague, hopped around the world a bit, married my dad in Guatemala, bore yours truly, moved to Houston, bore the baby sister, moved to Kansas City, USA where she currently resides. (I KNOW, RIGHT?)

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Again, why do you care?

Bear with me…the good stuff is coming (like Paramount Pictures/Jodi Picoult good). So last July mom and I were bonding sitting looking at our Facebooks on our respective computers like mothers and daughters sometimes do – I noticed she had an unnecessary amount of notifications and offered to clean that up for her (type A, OCD, fastidious, guilty as charged). As I’m accepting and deleting a plethora of friend requests, I come across a woman from the Czech Republic. “Mom, do you still keep in contact with anyone in Prague?” I ask. “No one other than Suzana, my cousin,” she replies. Intrigued, I scan the woman’s profile and immediately chills were sent from the nape of my neck down to the tips of my toes. This woman was related to my mom, no doubt. From the thin lips that fought to stay pursed through a smile to the eyes my sister surely got through the maternal side of a punnett square, everything about her seemed familiar – maybe even too familiar for my mom. While I got the chills, I think she felt something along the lines of sheer panic. After noting the ever-so-familiar face had the same birth place and birthday as my mom, she was then convinced someone was essentially ‘catfishing’ her or trying to steal her identity. She was literally searching for her own jewelry through the pictures, sure that photoshop had something to do with the similarities – yes, even down to the rings on her fingers. Mind you all, they were not the usual silver and gaudy Silpada rings Katrina is known to sport.

Fast-forward through a night of trying to decipher what the hell is going on and not much sleep. This is what we (I am now just as active on my mom’s Facebook as she is) wake up to the next morning.

Hello Seeking a twin-sister Catherine Strumhausová born: April 29, 1957 in Příbram, Czech Republic. Whether it’s you could you contact me. thank you the only person you show me yours, whether it is a mistake I apologize in advance, please reply, but who looks at us, saying that we are twins. Have a nice day Dana

You can re-read that over 20 times again and not feel crazy because you’d still have read it 55 times less than I did. Okay. Hold on while I compose myself and try not to vomit or cry or curl into the fetal position – for those of you that don’t know me personally, I’m a ‘feelings’ type of gal. In this moment, my mom has stopped believing someone is trying to steal her identity, but the panic has yet to subside – rightfully so. Remember how I gave you a family history when you started reading? My mom does not have a sister, therefore, she is not said twin, right?

Wrong. So wrong.

Told ya there was some good stuff coming. After a few emails to her cousin and some time to process, my mom confirmed that, unbeknownst to her, not only was she adopted, but she was separated from her twin sister at around eight months old. Her adoptive father had taken her from the children’s home in Kolín while another family’s adoptive process for both of the twins was in the works. At this point I was probably hyperventilating due to overstimulation of all the emotions. I was experiencing a blackout of emotions, while my mother had come to a crossroads of too many to count. A crossroads of fear and hope. Confusion and clarity. There were so many questions, but no resources for answers; she had lost contact with her brother (Surprise!  Adopted as well.) and her adoptive parents had passed away even long before that.

At the same time my mom was going through sheer shock and awe, Dana was experiencing something completely opposite – relief and comfort. On a spectrum of all the feels, I imagine the appeasement to feel like the most grand exhale of one’s life. In 1974, at the age of 17, Dana’s adoptive parents gave her the greatest gift and biggest burden by revealing the most precious part of her past: she was not alone in this world. This woman spent the next 40 years searching for (literally) her other half.

Hi Catherine, yes we are sisters, twins!!! Here crying with joy. After so many years..at least you know about me. I hope to meet, a long time looking for you. Your sister, Dana

Today, the journey to bridge 5,000 miles and recount 57 years has begun and I could not be more excited for my mother. While some unexpected plans and rising plane ticket costs ground me in Kansas City for the initial meet, my joyful heart and eager eyes will be there in spirit. Tears streamed down my face as I said goodbye at the airport, but the tears were not those of sadness or jealousy, rather ones of joy and euphoria. My mind continuously stumbles across all the stories that might be brought back for me enjoy: how their mannerisms mimicked each other’s within the first five minutes of meeting, the strange coincidences that could not have happened solely by fluke, and the beauty my sister would witness in a cafe full of people when my mom and her twin meet for the first time.

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So, here’s to you, Mom.

Here’s to spending the next 10 days in complete and utter bliss with your sister, daughter, and cousin right by your side. Here’s to redefining your youth and replacing memories of toy-like tanks and stern soldiers with those of walks across dusty cobblestones and miles of red-roofed views. Here’s to letting go of unanswered questions and finding peace in the bonds of sisterhood. But most of all, here’s to embracing those couple of seconds last July and turning them into the greatest blessing of your life.

I love you like the whole wide world and will be eagerly awaiting your return – complete with enough photos to make me feel like I was there and enough stories to last me through my time left living at home.

xo,
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A big thank you to Paola for sharing such an incredible story. What do you guys think?

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18 Responses to Woman Discovers Twin More Than a Half-Century Later

  1. Victo Dolore says:

    That is a great story!

  2. What an incredible story!

  3. I got chills and the tears have started in. Again! Beautiful,wonderful,tears! I love the stories of family not knowing of each other. Of one searching for so many years to finally have a reward at the end of a rainbow. I found my Grandma,my mom’s mom, after 16 years of searching. It does not have a happy ending for my mom, (she is bitter,as she was given away at birth,and her mom had several,SEVERAL more children)but Me!-I am so happy! I finally have the answers,I have a Grandma and Uncles,and cousins. Thank you so much for sharing!

  4. Marie Lough says:

    I have a lump in my throat and tears in my eyes. Such joyful news and so glad they are finding eachother!

  5. jowensauthor says:

    Amazing story! Thanks for sharing! Wishing them all the best :)

  6. btg5885 says:

    Such a moving story. Thanks for sharing it. BTG

  7. bkpyett says:

    What a heart warming story! So good to hear of the good things in life, thank you!

  8. rebeccakayj says:

    Amazing story. Beautifully written. Gave me the chills. Thank you for sharing!

  9. I went to college with Paola! This is so cool – what a small world. This story is one of my favorites and is truly beautiful!

  10. paranoiasnfm says:

    Great story!
    Beautiful girl! :D

  11. S.C. Hickman says:

    What a coincidence. We met our sister recently from my mother’s teenage birth back when such things were silenced and left unsaid. She’d given birth to a girl and her mom had her given up to adoption, etc. Well, to make it short, by a fluke Jana, my big sister living now in North Carolina was checking through one of those sites that gathers such information. I’d known about her for years since my mom had related her bit of promiscuity with the local preacher’s son. lol

    Jana found information not on my mom, but on my grandmother Maggie and the names lined up on the old adoption papers she’d finally gotten being a clerk in her district etc. rummaging through online files she had access too. Either way she called us after contacting our cousins in Louisiana on the old farm my Big Daddy had bought way back in the depression and was still in the family there. One thing led to another and she finally got a hold of us up in Cody, Wyoming where we lived at the time. Wonders of wonders we met her a couple years ago, flew her out to meet my mom and younger sis before Mom passed on recently. Now we keep in touch all the time.

    Interesting times and benefits of this online world. :)

  12. disconcerted72 says:

    Wow! Reading that put a tingle down my spine and gave me goosebumps because of the warmth that I felt in my heart! Truly a wonderful story. :)

    And thanks for the “follow” on my blog, I truly appreciate it.

  13. jayjay says:

    What an amazing story beautifully written. Thank you for stopping by my blog. (the search for) INSPIRATION seems to be the common word these days :)
    Continue the good work and stay inspired!
    Cheers!

  14. Nicole says:

    What an amazing story Paola! I love her blog, you guys should click on the LIVE TRAVEL BLESS link and check it out! :)

  15. i must agree with all the others – a great great story,
    Thank you for following my blog and i’m happy to have found yours.
    My best to you
    john

  16. I have read both part 1 and part 2 of this amazing story! My heart is moved! I wish that the mother or the daughter would do a biography of both the twins, in one book. How they came to be in the orphanage, how they were seperated. then chapter by chapter how they each lived their lives, and then how they found each other, and how that has changed their lives and the lives of their children. I am so certain it would be a best seller! Please pass this idea on to them!

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