They were comparing us to their kids and to the “Donor”, saying how much we look like him and how we’ve grown. I was getting pretty angry because I didn’t know any of these people and for them to keep staring and telling me how much they miss and love us was just super uncomfortable. I wanted to get the hell out of there. It was just too much for one visit, I guess. I kept giving subtle hints that I was ready, but they went un noticed so I had to just sit there and smile as if everything was peachy. That’s the day I learned I could hide my true feelings behind a smile and I just perfected my craft throughout the years.