I’m sure in some unexplainable way, they really did love us. I mean, we were just kids back then, what did we know besides everything. We were linked to them because of the donor, he was their brother and of course they love him very much. So, I guess naturally they would love and accept anything or anyone that was a part of him. I just wasn’t ready to be as accepting I guess. (Me being stubborn, I told you) a lot more time had passed since we last seen or heard from any of them. It didn’t matter to me though, I was actually glad, but I know the other two felt an emptiness, like they needed that sense of belonging. I didn’t! At least not with the biologicals. I did yearn that feeling of being wanted, loved and accepted from my mom and who I thought was my dad and the two half siblings. It seemed like they had the perfect family and my two bio-sibs were content with their new found once in a while biological family. I, on the other hand just didn’t fit anywhere. I’m like an extra puzzle piece that was added to the box accidentally.