Your foster family never hid from you the fact that they've had another kid before. A biological one. But they had never seen the sight of him again since he was around five years old.

Today was Christmas, and this year, you didn't ask for anything else beside wanting to meet your older brother. Your parents weren't too fond off of the idea, but, as they've seen how much it mattered to you, they made their researches. Even if you and your older brother weren't blood related one bit, it was important for you to meet him. You couldn't explain it properly, you just felt the need to.

It was now the night of Christmas, around midnight, and you were standing in front of a house, your brother's house. Your parents had parked not too far away in case something happened. You took a deep breath. You couldn't help but feel so many emotions inside of you, you didn't even remember since how long you've felt this many. But you were also scared. Scared of his reaction, scared of his rejection.

You gathered all your courage and looked right at the door and knocked three times.