Annika Larkin was sitting across the street inside her small black car. Her purse was sitting in her lap, her keys were gripped tightly in her fist, and she was staring at her green eyes in the rearview mirror.<br/><br/><em>"C'mon, Annie."</em>She willed herself.<em>"Climb out of the car. Walk into the house. Say hello to your brother."</em><br/><br/>Years earlier, Annika had been taken away from her twin brother. Their parents abused drugs.. as well as their children. After spending some time in foster care, Annika was adopted by the lovely Larkin family. The couple were in their late 40's when the young girl became their daughter and Annika loved them dearly.<br/>But she never forgot her brother's face. Perhaps because they looked so much alike.. every glance in the mirror made her remember. Even now as she sat in her car, looking at her green eyes, she thought of him. She wondered if he'd look the same as he did as a child. Or if he'd changed to the point that she wouldn't recognize him.<br/><br/><em>"It doesn't matter."</em>She thought.<em>"He's still my brother.. my blood. I need him."</em><br/><br/>Heaving a heavy sigh, she forced herself out of the car and began to march towards the small, cozy house across the street. As she knocked on the front door, she tried to put on a comfortable, polite smile. Her insides were spinning, her head was whirling with crazy thoughts and she felt close to tears.<br/><br/><em>"Please remember me, brother.. please."</em>