Twins disappeared in 2002 —21 years later, their mother finds something shocking in an online video…

Every time I bring it up, they change the subject. Once, I saw Isabella crying alone after a song. And something told me something was wrong.

Estella responded immediately. He asked for help. Clara promised she would try to talk to the young women.

And I kept my promise. He returned to the square, waited for the presentation to end, and approached with a gift. Two sweet guava and coconut buns.

A Brazilian recipe. When he handed it to them, he saw the young women looking at each other. And something inside them froze.

Ana Clara brought the bread to her nose. He smelled it. And he started to cry.

Why does this remind me of something? She whispered. Isabella took his hand. I felt it too.

Like a memory. But I don’t remember what. Then Clara said cautiously.

There’s a woman in Brazil who claims to be your mother. You’ve been missing for 21 years. He’s never stopped looking for you.

He saw you in a video. And recognized you instantly. The young women remained silent.

Watery eyes. But they didn’t say a word. And then they left.

The next day, Clara received a call. It was an unknown number. A cold female voice said, Stop poking your nose in where it doesn’t belong.

This story is long over. But Clara didn’t stop. She returned to the square every day, bringing letters written by Estella translated into German.

And finally, one rainy morning, he saw something that changed everything. The two young women were there. But now, with his eyes fixed on her, and one of the girls was holding the letter in her hands, they approached.

Isabella said, Can you put us in touch with this woman? Clara smiled. She’s been waiting for this for 21 years. That same night, Estella received a video call.

You are ready. And behind her, two young women, nervous with tears in their eyes. When Estella saw him, she couldn’t hold back her tears.

The girls looked at her. There was silence. And then, Anna Clara said, Do you have a scar on your shoulder? Estella, trembling, took off her blouse.

It was there. The scar I’ve had since I was five years old. The girls cried.

And one of them whispered, My God, it’s you. I remember you. In a dream, Estella burst into tears.

After 21 years, she looked her daughters in the eyes. But the story was far from over. On the cell phone screen, three tearful faces tried to recognize each other after two decades of absence.

Estella could barely speak. The words mingled with the tears stuck in her throat. Anna Clara and Isabella were trembling.

It was as if finally the emptiness they had carried since childhood was being filled by something that had always been there, but had been cruelly ripped away. You. You are my daughters.

Estella murmured, covering her mouth with her hands. I remember the smell of your hair, Isabella said. Her gaze fixed on her mother’s face.

And the sound of your voice singing us to sleep. Anna Clara confirmed this through tears. And the story of the star that never sleeps.

You’ve always told it. Estella collapsed. That was the password.

The story of the star was her own invention. Told night after night, about a star that stayed awake to protect the children. No one else could know.

It was real. They were her daughters. But the long-awaited reunion brought with it many unanswered questions.

How were they taken away? Who was Margaret? Why did they say they were adopted at 12 if they disappeared at 10? And why didn’t they remember anything before that? Estella knew she had to go to them. A screen wasn’t enough. I needed to hold them in my arms.

He embarked on the most challenging campaign of his life. Raising money to travel to Germany. I created an online fundraiser.

His story had already moved thousands of people, and the response was immediate. In less than 10 days, Estella had her tickets, her visa, and her heart was beating fast. At the airport, it felt like we were meeting the past, the present, and the future all at once.

He was carrying a simple suitcase, and an envelope full of old photos, drawings of the girls, and a small rag doll that had belonged to both of them. Upon her arrival in Munich, she was greeted by Clara, who escorted her to a small cafe where the young women were waiting for her. Estella came in.

They were there, sitting, nervous. And when they saw her, they stood up slowly, as if they did not know if it was true. It was Isabella who made the first move.

Then Ana Clara. Estella opened her arms, and they ran. The embrace lasted for several minutes, three lives in pieces trying to piece themselves together.

People around were crying without knowing exactly why, but they knew they were witnessing something important. After the reunion, they sat in silence for a few moments. No one knew how to start, until Ana Clara asks, Why didn’t you look for us? Estella’s eyes opened wide.

It was as if he had been stabbed in the chest. I never stopped. Never.

Not a day. And then he told everything. How he lost his job and went to work at that restaurant…