Rebecca had stopped a few millimeters from the door wondering if she should go in or knock. It had been three years since she last saw her brother. Where she stayed there was no phone or internet and she guessed her parents threw away her letters she sent. Lifting up her hand she gently knocked on the door three times and the picked up one of the heavy suitcases she had. How was she going to bring them inside? She looked so different now but she still looked somewhat like him.