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<div style="width: 430px; padding: 5px; background-color: #fff; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 13px; color: #0d0500; line-height: 115%; opacity: .8; text-align: justify;">Missy paced around her small, messy room. Normally she liked to keep it clean and organized but today was different. This was the day she had been waiting for since she was sixteen years old. All the hours of hunting, questioning people, searching down clues and hints, all of the time spent in small apartments and living on little to no food was going to pay off right now. She had finally tracked down her brother and every moment of her search was worth it. She only had an hour before she was going to go to his house. Her source told her he would defiantly be home at this time, so she was not going to risk anything. Missy spent the last half an hour trying to pick out something to wear that would be appropriate for a first meeting. Missy had dreamed about this day for four years, everything had to be perfect. Finally she had to decide on a dress because she needed to leave to be able to get to Dylan’s house on time. <br><br>
Calling a taxi she gave the long awaited address to her brother’s house and sighed heavily as the cab started towards its destination. She went through her bag, making sure she brought everything with her. She had her birth certificate to prove that they had the same father, since she figured he was going to question her. She brought the picture of Dylan his mother gave her when she visited him. Anything else she could think of to make sure he understood she was his sister and she just wanted a relationship with him. He was the only family she had left. <br><br>
Missy watched as the cab pulled off, leaving her in front of an apartment building. She was able to catch the door as someone was walking out, and she headed up to where Dylan’s apartment would be. Once she got to his floor, she stopped in her tracks. Her breath caught in her throat. Maybe she wasn’t ready for this. The walls seemed to close in on her and she had to close her eyes to make it stop. She stood in her spot for a minute, just relaxing herself before she opened her eyes and walked to his apartment door. She took a breath in and knocked on the door. <br><br>
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There were a million things running through Missy’s mind. Her mind was always racing but most of the time it was just about what was going on around her. This time though all she could think about was her brother. Wondering if he was going to like her, or think she was crazy for hunting him down all these years. Fear ran through her again thinking about if he was going to reject her and want nothing to do with her. <br><br>
Taking in another deep breath, she tried to calm herself by letting her mind wander to other things around her. She spent time deciding what types of wood made up Dylan’s door and threshold. After some thought she figured it was most likely oak due to the color and the fact that most doors were normally made out of oak. Those were one of many obscure facts that were up in her head. She could spend days telling someone random facts they probably didn’t care about but she found fascinating. <br><br>
Missy was still looking around at the wood when she noticed the shadow on the door get slightly bigger. Before she could turn around, the person behind her cleared their throat which made her jump and whirl around to see who it was. Missy’s eyes widened seeing that the person standing behind her was in fact Dylan. It was odd to see him in person like this and not on a picture that was fading from the amount of times she looked at it. But, she didn’t need to look at the picture now. This was Dylan, her brother for certain. “I….uhh..” she was caught slightly off guard by him calling her Missy. She figured he was meaning it as a girl, not her name. It was something she was use to by now living with her name. “Wow….umm. My name is Melissa Connolly. Well everyone actually calls me Missy but you didn’t know that when you said…” she said stopping herself from rambling too much. “I’m looking for you actually. This….is going to be weird, I was freaked out when I first heard it. I’m…I’m your sister” she told him and waited for his reaction.

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She was starting to panic once he unlocked the door to his apartment. The worst fear that he was just going to slam the door in her face was coming true. She was struggling to make words again, but she knew she had to say something. “Wait please! I know it sounds ridiculous but it’s true….please” she said. But he didn’t just slam the door in her face he invited her inside, in his own way, but still it was a good start. Missy gave a big smile and stepped into his apartment and closing the door just like he asked. <br><br>
Digging through her bag Missy pulled out a small folder she had placed everything she was going to need to prove who she was. The first thing she pulled out was her birth certificate since it had her father’s name on it even though he was absent for the birth. She handed it to him, “See it has my mother’s name, Mary Connolly, then our dad’s name, James Thompson.” she said giving a small smile when she mentioned her mother’s name. “I grew up in Boston, my mom told me she met a guy named James at a bar. He told her he was a business man from New York. Skip some time, my mom gets pregnant, it’s a girl, he leaves.” She started going through the folder again, giving him time to think about everything she was telling him.


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