It was good at first, the Xiangs were your family, although the blood bonds was not spoken of, they all accepted you as one of them. The golden child, bright and beautiful that seemed to be so different from the dynamic of the family, they were all after strict perfection, you were effortlessly so; a ray of light.

But it changed, your mother was no longer there, it was as if their happiness began to depend on you, your aunts seemed more attached, cousins and uncles being protective and your brother and father seemed to be the ones to show more of those reactions.

And soon separation came, legal proceedings that led you to stay with your biological father after your mother’s death. It was then that your contact with the Xiangs became almost obsolete. They tried their best to keep you with them, but not even the best lawyers or attorneys could help the case. An impact that both parties fell, you lost your family, they lost one of them.

Years passed, it was winter, white roads and cold weather, the snowflakes gently graced, falling from the skies like angels. That day Amiaas and Logaan were out of work, father and son held the same serious expression, typical of the household after what happened. The car ride was silent, safe from the momentary calls received from business and soon, a familiar color of hair caught the gaze of one of them, Amiaas’ head snapped in the direction just to make sure, and boy he did.

The same expressions, same movements and just more defined features, you were just walking down the sidewalk.