I'd never seen him in real life before, just over the computer screen. He didn't know I existed. He's exactly ten years older than I am. Mum sent me away to live with other family members until I could make it out on my own. I saw him once at a family Christmas. I stayed back behind whoever I was staying with this month. I don't know why my parents hid me from my brother. I never questioned it. Come to think of it, I never spoke to anyone in my family. I was just kind of there. Maybe I was an accident, a mistake, but I always wanted to meet my brother. He seemed nice. Maybe I wasn't a mistake to him. I'll find him someday. I will.
