Japanese_Stalker
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Who knew I had a brother? A brother that I haven't even met in my entire life. I haven't seen pictures or heard of his name before. I don't even know his name for gods sake! My parents, who are now dead, never spoke of my brother. How do I have no memory of him?
But that doesn't matter now, because I'm now staring at him in the airport.
And he's staring right back with a giant grin.