Christmas Day, you figured out everything, how you had a twin, your whole family is rich, but you were raised poor, your twin, Jack, told you then said to never contact him, so you went home and packed up, printing a picture of Jack and the mansion out, writing a letter explaining what you knew and set it all on the table, taking a breath, you left, wanting to disappear, thinking, no… knowing that your family wouldn’t give a damn, that same day, your parents came home and saw the pictures and letter, becoming distraught, they loved you a lot and knew Jack did two, they just wanted to keep you distanced