In her grandmother’s gardens, she used to imagine her sister being as beautiful as a flower. Years went by, Luanne grew up, got married and had a family. Sometimes, she could still feel a strange longing for that connection only found in a sister. One day, she was out on the porch and her phone started to ring. It was the police calling. “Hello. I hope this is the right number. This is the Springfield Police.” “Police?” I asked,bracing for bad news. “ We have a letter here asking if we know the whereabouts of one Luanne Higgins,” the voice continued. Higgins was my maiden name. “I’m Luanne. What is this all about?” I asked. “It’s from your sister,”the police officer said. Sister! I sighed and shook my head. “I don’t have any sister,” I said at last. “Well ma’am, they left a telephone number if you want to respond. Luanne picked up the phone two days later to call the number that was claimed to be her sister. She thought is was a joke. She waited until it rung four times and a lady answered the phone. Turns out, her sister has been looking for her for 50 years! She was 8 years old when her mom married Luanne’s father. She explained to Luanne how she was there the day she was born, she used to play with her and take care of her. After their mom died, they stayed with their grandmother. But then, their dad took Luanne and they haven’t seen each other since. That very weekend, they were going to meet face to face. They spent the whole day staring at each other’s faces looking for resemblances, figuring out the past, looking ahead to the future. Finally a beautiful flower she’d always dreamed of in her grandmother’s gardens. Luanne’s sister’s name is