After we stopped crying, it was sort of awkward. Sure he was my long lost brother, and I had a billion questions to ask him, but I still didn't even know his name.

He looked at me as he wiped away a few run away tears from crying.

"My name is Mark. Mark Tuan. And well, I'm your brother."

Well after that we started to make our way inside. Mark and I sat on the couch while the rest of the boys left us alone and went to their rooms.

Mark brought me a cup of hot chocolate, and a blanket before we spoke again.

After he settled in the spot next to me on the couch I finally asked my first questions.

"So what happened?...Did our parents not want us?... Why were we split up in foster care?  What is your family like. Do you remember mom and dad at all? "

Okay so I meant to ask one question, but once I asked one question, 50 more followed.

Mark looked a bit overwhelmed, so I shut myself up for a moment and the room was silent.

He spoke up.

"What do you mean?"

I looked back at him confused.

"What do you mean, what do I mean? I mean the questions exactly as I asked them."

"No not that. Like, why did you ask if our parents didn't want us, and why were split up in foster care and stuff?"

"Because I thought that's what happened...'

"No. I have been with our parents my whole life."

"Wait, so they just didn't want...me?"

A single tear began to run down his face.

"No, of course not!"

"Then what happened that you stayed with them, but I was given away?!"

I felt like crying my eyes out. My own parents didn't want me. I could feel that was what Mark didn't want to tell me.

Mark grabbed one of my hands in his, and looked straight into my eyes.

"Mason,... you were stolen from us at a playground when you were 4. ...You were kidnapped."