If I had a brother, I wouldn't be playing ping pong alone.
If I had a sister, she would do my hair and help me with boys.
Only children are twisted romantics. We want our siblings.
We conjure them out of thin air.
Adopted is worse.
I am alone and I am forgotten.
I am not one of them. They say I am but in their hearts they see me a fraud.
Give me my family. Give me my siblings. Give me the parents who made me.
Give. Me. My. Family.
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