That morning five years ago, the stranger who stood at my door didn’t just have those large ears. He had my wide-based, blunt nose, my thin upper and fat lower lip, my dimpled chin. He could have been my twin if he hadn’t looked ten years older than I. As he stood there, I stared into the eyes hidden behind thick brown spectacles with bifocal lenses. This was no coincidence. “Anaadar?” He knew my name.