Karen and I had been in Foster care since We were old enough to remember. The bond between Twins is real! They say I pulled my Sister from the wreckage that killed Our Parents and We both refused to be separate ever since. That 'dependence' on each others presence caused huge problems the few times they placed Us in separate foster homes. In foster care, cause enough problems, and You will always be labeled as a problem child. We were golden together, but that didn't matter. By the time We were 12, We were put into a foster home that was more of a 'prison camp' that anything else. We were together, so We survived just fine...together.
We would go to the bathroom together, shower together, get dressed, sleep, clean, work, and pray together. Because of that, We wound up having our own room. It was tiny, but it was OURS, TOGETHER.
There had never been anything sexual between Us, though solo masturbation together was the norm for Us.
Our last two years in foster care went quick. We had a job delivering newspapers...to dispensers and to individual houses. We also worked the kitchen at a "Mom & Pop" diner during the daytime. We never saw any of the money since it went into the small Blazer We had gotten to drive...and "living expenses".
The day We turned 18, a duffle bag each was all it took to hold all Our personal possessions. We were each given a $100 by Our fosters. and We were on Our own. The only "celebration" on Our 18th birthday was at the diner. The owners, Bill and Kathy, decorated a booth, made us a steak dinner, and baked Us a cake.
We were together...We were free...We were scared...! We had no place to stay, virtually no money, but We had each other.
We were helping Bill & Kathy clean up after Our party. Suddenly a Man stopped Us as We came out of the kitchen, "KAY?...GENE...?!" He said with shock looking at Karen, then me.
"...no..." Karen said in a confused tone. "Karen."
"Scott" I added stepping close to my Twin.
The Man nearly collapsed at the sound of Our names. Managing to place Himself on one of the stools at the counter, all He could do is stare at Us.
"Are You okay?" Kathy asked having been witness to the exchange.
"...no...im not..." the Man mumbled. "How can I be okay seeing my Sister and Her Husband 13years after their deaths..." He continued, "...only to find out that it's their Children whom I was lead to believe had also been killed."
Karen and I looked at each other. "An Uncle?" She whispered to me.
I could only shrug.
We knew nothing of Our Parents, nor ANY of Our Family. We believed We had no living Family anywhere, and that's why We went to foster care!
Both Karen and I studied the Man, still sitting on the stool, but seemingly coming back to His senses. We would look at Him, then at each other, looking for similarities...a "Family resemblance", if You will. You can almost always see similarities between people if You want to see it, which I didn't. I did, however, see the same striking blue eyes in Him that my Sister and I had... The same 'dirty-blonde' hair...Karen seemed to notice a similar stature He and I seemed to share...
"Do You have any pictures that We could see?" Bill chimed in, breaking the study-fest.
"Pictures...yeah." The Man Muttered as We could see the clouds in His head clear. "Can I meet You tomorrow...here?"
"We will meet You here, at noon tomorrow." I told Him
"Excellent!" He exclaimed. Shaking my hand, then Karens. "Tomorrow...noon...thank You." He ended then walked out the door with a rush.
Karen and I slid into a booth, Kathy and Bill across from Us. Karen and I just stared into each others eyes.
Kathy broke the silence, "Do You think He's for real?" She asked.
"I don't know." Karen responded, Her eyes never leaving mine. "We thought We were alone."
Then Her words directed towards me. "If He IS Family, how did He know Our parents were killed and not know We were alive?"
"Too many questions," Bill interrupted, "and no way to answer them tonight." He concluded.