The two men couldn’t stop laughing and crying and hugging each other. Ralf had never married, his parents were deceased, and finding a brother was a dream come true.

Then Ralf said, “Hey Phil, we can find our mother! We were born at the hospital where I work, and I know they’ve put all their records into the computers…All I have to do is punch in our birth date!”

The two men rushed to the hospital where Ralf led his newfound twin to his office and accessed the hospital records. “Easy as pie,” he cried excitedly, then Phil saw his brother’s face turn white as snow.

“Ralf?” he asked. “Are you OK? Did you find her?” Ralf looked up at Phil with huge glazed eyes and nodded dumbly. “Come on, what’s her name?” Phil cried impatiently.

“Janet Corbin,” he whispered. “But Phil…”

“That’s great!” Phil said grinning. “So what’s the problem?”

“There’s five of us…” Ralf gasped. “FIVE!”

Phil and Ralf took a selfie together and put it on their Instagram accounts, told their story, and appealed to anyone who thought they looked like someone they knew to come forward: “Help us find our brothers!”

The messages flooded in and soon Ralf and Phil met Tom and Gordon — and their reunion was incredible. They were all identical! Mara told Phil that seeing him with his brothers made her feel dizzy.

“Mara,” Phil said quietly. “I’ve never felt so happy or complete in my life — but there’s still one of us missing!”

The four brothers took another selfie and repeated their appeal, and by then, their story had gone national with TV stations calling them for interviews. Then one evening, the missing brother appeared, but he wasn’t alone.

Ralf, Phil, Tom, and Gordon were having dinner at Phil’s house when the doorbell rang and Mara got up to answer it. She came back with a huge smile on her face.

“Who was it?” asked Phil.

“Actually,” said Mara, “it’s you…” and she stepped aside so the four men could see the last quintuple, who was exactly like his brothers. “This is David…”

David walked into the middle of his brothers, but he wasn’t alone. By his side was a tiny elderly woman. “This,” David said, “is mom.”

The woman had tears in her eyes. “I’m Janet Corbin,” she said. “And I’m so sorry, so sorry…”

Janet explained that she’d been just 16 when she’d fallen pregnant, and when she gave birth to quintuplets, she was terrified.

Janet’s mother had pressured her into giving away four of the babies and keeping one to raise, and so she did — but she had never forgotten her sons. Now, after nearly sixty years, her family was reunited, and her sons were healed.