Christmas day we are dreaming, eating, celebrating another year completed. As we go through the memories of years past. We begin to create new memories with family and friends. We often find a feeling of complete wholeness.
Jill Johnson had all a young woman could ask for now in her twenty sixth year of life with a fiancee that made her feel like a queen. Jill never imagined life could be this good. Her financial dreams reached by starting a law firm right out of school. Making a yearly salary well above half a million Jill felt she had it all.
Now and then though she got the sense she had someone thinking just like her in the world. She would often scoff at the thought and move on without ever really looking into what she felt. Jill enjoyed fine art work. She had taken many painting classes throughout college to allow her to relax. One of her professors tried desperately to get her to change her major, he told her she had the gift but needed some work. Jill laughed the statement off and responded with, “art doesn’t pay the bills.” But both her and her fiancee enjoyed collecting.
Jill’s parents were as fine a family as a child could hope to have. They were both physicians at the local hospital. They had planned her future every step was laid out it seemed with gold. Jill would never want for anything as long as they were alive. And once they had died the estate would go to her. She was the only child. Her parents were a busy couple who had climbed to the highest peaks socially and led lives of the more affluent in town. With a large yacht anchored at the local marina and a family home that had no less than eight rooms and five bathrooms. The grounds of which were impeccably maintained.
Life seemed so complete. Mark was Jill’s fiancee; he was an accountant at a large firm up state. He drove two hours into town to his office four days a week. He worked ten hours days, while enjoying three days off. Mark often went to galleries and museums seeking solace in art work. Priding himself somewhat of an aspiring collector he bought paintings that he was sure would accumulate in value over time.
It was the day before Christmas when Mark had an appointment to see a new collection by an aspiring young painter. She was calling herself, Marcela Dupree. Mark was excited about this viewing for two reasons. First he enjoyed seeing newer artists work and second he was going to make one of her paintings a gift for Jill.
The drive to the over-sized warehouse was slow. Traffic seems to crawl during the holidays. And today was horrendous. Mark called Jill to let her know he would most likely be late for Christmas dinner but he would phone as soon as he could.
Pulling into the gate a camera closed in on Mark as he pushed the button. A woman’s voice loudly asked. “You are?” “Mark Miller I have an appointment to view some ark work.”
The gate opened slowly as if a fortress were being protected inside. A large brown brick warehouse stood looming before him. A circular drive way paved with red pavers. He noticed a large nude statue of a Greek God, water flowing down from the pitcher held in his arms to the area below.
Walking up to the over-sized wooden door, made from heavy thick planks taken from a ship. The door frame had a small button. Mark pushed the door bell and was greeted instantly by a little woman. “My name is Jackie how may I help you sir?” “Mark Miller I have an appointment.”
As the woman waved him in, Mark was struck by life size paintings hanging on every wall. Beautiful grotesque figures, images of desperation, lovers scorned, lovers entwined, all faces blurred. Plants, gardens painted in every imaginable color. Mark could not believe the craftsmanship throughout the warehouse. Looming straight before him began a metal stair case spinning up to the second floor. Glistening wooden floor perfectly kept beneath his feet.
Jackie had escaped his vision when she quickly returned with coffee and tea. She placed it on the table in the open room and asked Mark to help himself. She went off again unnoticed. As Mark began to pour himself of cup of tea he caught a figure coming down the stairs. The rhythm of her movements struck Mark he was taken back when he saw her features.
“Good day, I am Marcela Dupree, I’m glad you could arrange to see my paintings today.”
Mark, normally being of good manners dropped the cup of tea as he stood face to face with a perfect replica of his fiancee.
“Ms. Dupree I believe you may have a twin she is my fiancee Jill. Allow me to show a photo of her.” Mark fumbled for his cell phone and quickly began pointing at the photo on the screen.
“Holy sh–, are you kidding me, she looks just me, how old is she?” Marcela said nervously.
“She is twenty six and you are?” Mark replied.
“Twenty six, I was adopted as a baby. Was she adopted as well?” Marcela asked.
“I don’t know would you come to the house to sort this out?” Mark said.
“Of course, please let me get my purse”
They both rushed to leave the warehouse. While driving back to the home of Jill’s parents, Mark began asking everything he could. He continued to look at Marcela in disbelief. Marcela appeared overcome with excitement by the event that was unfolding. The drive on the way back took much less time a mere forty minutes. As they pulled up to the home their view was one that reviled Disney. Christmas decorations glowing in the night by the thousands complete with reindeer and a huge Santa waving at on lookers. Mark had not bothered to call anyone to tell them the good news.
They entered the house unannounced. Jill who was coming towards the door after hearing the car pulling in fell back against the wall. She broke out into immediate tears. Marcela went to her they cried and hugged. It was as if the two had known each other for years and yet never spent any time together.
Jill’s parents had always educated her on being adopted but she never knew of a twin, nor did her parents. As Jill’s mother came out too see what all the fuss was over she screamed and rushed towards the two young women. Jill’s Father came in and found himself caught up by the rush of emotions. He could not believe his eyes. He had a second copy of Jill whom he adored. Everyone embraced and began trying to talk all at once. While everyone was involved Mark stepped away to the kitchen. He emerged with glasses and wine.
The chime of the glass was heard causing everyone to turn towards the sound. With tears still falling Mark began.
“May we toast to the rejoining of two of God’s children and may we all have a very Merry Christmas.”