Reunion in orphanage

I believe this to be relevant to the topic: After breakfast on a Saturday morning of late spring, I was told to put on nice clothes and get ready for a visit from my three brothers and my sister. This was the first time anyone had mentioned them to me since I had left for the orphanage and I was confused as to the reason of their visit. I asked Carol if they were coming to live with me at Ville Joie but she told me it was only a short visit and nothing else. I went to the visitorӒs lounge and waited for them, unsure of what to think about the moments to come. On the one hand, they were supposed to be my reference in life, the faces of the only identity I knew to be true just a year before. On the other hand, we had been separated for some time and I felt as though every single day we had missed in each others lives had added to the distance between us. I was glad to see them when they walked through the door of the visitors lounge but there were no hugs and no tears like we sometimes see in those emotional reunions that are shown on television. The four of them just walked in casually, smiled and sat in the chairs lined up in front of me. Once we got over the awkwardness of the first few minutes we began to talk, albeit hesitantly, and I managed to learn that they had all spent a short period of time in foster homes soon after I was sent to the orphanage. At the time of their visit, however, they were back living with our mother. This is how I found out that we were all sent away but that I was the only one left behind, making it the second rejection by my mother. The rest of their visit was mostly long silences interrupted only by small talk. If I had recognized each of them the very moment they entered the lounge, the more time we spent together the more it was obvious I no longer knew them any more than they knew me. Adversity has a way of making us grow faster than we should and given the right surroundings, it can have a positive outcome but IҒm fairly certain it wasnt the case for them. They were all older than me by a few years, with my sister being the oldest and they were still only teenagers but they already looked like young adults bearing the marks of a difficult past. It took less than a year to break the bond between us and it took me less than an hour to realize that my own brothers and my own sister had become complete strangers҅ This was an excerpt from Citizen of Ville Joie [url]www.citizenofvillejoie.com[/url]