When She Met Her Newborn Sister and Cried, ‘That’s Not My Sister,’ Her Father Began to Question Everything

The doorbell rang, echoing through the house. James stood in the nursery, adjusting the baby’s swaddle as she let out a small, contented sigh. “I’ll get it!” Anna’s voice rang out from the living room, her footsteps padding quickly across the floor.

“Anna, wait!” Susy called from the kitchen, but it was too late. The door creaked open, and the cheerful voices of their neighbors, Claire and Don, filled the entryway. “There she is!” Claire exclaimed. “The proud big sister.”