Nothing. Not one memory. Not one clue what had happened to me. Not one theory why I don't have parents or why I only have a brother to visit me in the hospital. Why I have no friends or a boyfriend.
I was shown names and faces of my siblings today; Fey was my 4 year old little sister with brown wavy hair and majestic green eyes. Joasie, my younger 14 year old sister with long straight dark hair and bright green eyes. And then there was Melissa the older sister who was 19 with dreamy long curly hair and vibrant blue eyes and the most uplifting smile. But yet there was only one face that I could really remember in my mind, yet it didn't match any pictures I was shown. And he was tall with shaggy black hair with light blue eyes that you could see from a mile away. His smile would make you smile, and his laugh was unbelievable. There was something about him that assured me that I would see him again. But yet there is still so much that I don't know. I need to know him, but what you don't know can hurt you, and right now there is no room for people like that in my life.
