Her name is Tigist. So many things about us are the same. Although it's said in different languages, we share the title, Mom. One of her sons is named Ts'aga which means "grace." I have a daughter who's middle name is Grace. She squeezes her kids and smothers them with kisses. I squeeze my kids and smother them with kisses. She dreams about her children's future. I dream too. We share many deep similarities but also some startling differences. She speaks Amharic. I speak English. She lives in Ethiopia. I live in the United States. She is a single mom. My husband comes home every night. She walks everywhere she goes. I only walk for exercise or on vacation. She works to survive. I have a savings account. She carefully measures out food between her three children. I have leftovers to give to my dog. She is sick. I am healthy. That difference is what made us sisters instead of birth, proximity or even adoption. ...