My flight here seemed endless, but the second I stepped off the plane into the airport and grabbed my luggage it all seemed so much more real.

After I grabbed my suitcase I made my way out of the building out to the street to hail a cab.

Once I flagged one down, I got in the cab and tried to explain where I wanted to go, but the man spoke very broken English and only understood minor amounts of it too. But soon enough I discovered that he could read english when I handed him the slip of paper with the address on it.

It would be about an hour drive, but it wouldn't matter because I was feeling really tired from the jet lag and would probably sleep the whole time anyway.

And I was right. Within five minutes I was out. Asleep and dreaming.

In fact I had a really strange dream.

I was standing near a playground watching two little kids playing. They couldn't have been more than four or five years apart and no older than 8 or 9. And yet they were alone, no parents in sight. The two of them didn't even seem scared or worried or lost. In fact they seemed carefree and happy. I glanced to the side of me and saw a big raven fly down from the sky, causing me to look away from the kids. As I watched the raven glide on the air currents above me, I noticed a boy standing no more than a few feet away from me. He didn't speak or move. He just stood there and smiled. He was at least three or four years older than me, and he seemed so achingly familiar.

A little kids cry pierced they air and I looked back over to the playground where the kids were. The two little kids were being dragged away by two men and put into seperatr cars. I tried to run, but I couldn't move. I tried to scream, but nothing came out. I was trapped in my dream, unable to help. The next thing I knew the boy from earlier was standing in front of me holding my hand. He kept repeating "its going to be okay." Over and over again. Then he started to change. And there standing before me was the little boy from the playground holding my hand, repeating those words. I tried to nod and let him know I understood, but then he was ripped away from my grasp and put into the back of a car.

I finally understood what I just saw.

This was a replay of the day my brother and I were seperated.

That was my brother.

The end of the dream caused me to jolt awake and just in time too because we were just pulling up to the front of the building with the address I was looking for.

I paid the man and grabbed my things before getting out of the car. Slowly, I made my way up to the front steps and before knocking, took a deep breath. This is it. I was finally going to meet my brother.

Then I knocked.

To my suprise there was yelling from the otherside of the door and sounds of scurrying feet.

Finally someone opened the door... followed by six other boys.

But which one was my brother...?