This really isn't as long as it seems!
So just yesterday I started talking to my brother, Charlie. Him and I have the same father but not the same mother. He has been asking my father for information about me but he would not give any sort of information to him at all because my father doesn't really know anything about me either except for my last name which is the same as his. My father also would never know who I was even if I was standing directly in front of his face, but that's a different story.
Now knowing that my brother has been looking for me and has kept my baby picture for all these years, shows me that he has never really went a day without thinking of where I was or what I might even look like after the last time he saw me, which was when I was a baby. He has asked my father questions, and he has no idea what the answer is. His mother has asked him what my name was, what my mother's name is, and even where I lived so that she could get a hold of me so that my brother could talk to again. But now just getting to know my brother and even maybe getting to see him sooner then I can even imagine is the greatest feeling I could possibly have.
I honestly feel like I was adopted and my birth parents have been trying to find me for over the past 2 years of my life.