Moving on to my two youngest siblings, my brothers. Still to this day, I have not met them and this particularly breaks my heart. Even though, my eldest brother having turned nineteen in November and my youngest brother turning seventeen soon on the day of epiphany (La Fête des Rois or La Befana) there is no sign of moving in the direction of reunion at this moment in time. I hold onto hope every day that sometime soon I will meet them otherwise it’s just too painful.

There are times when I see siblings quarrel or argue and I say to myself, you are so lucky to have a sibling in your life compared to others out there like me for instance who is waiting to be a sister due to not having the chance and opportunity to have contact. I say to these people, don’t take what you have for granted because what you have is all that someone else wishes for.

I went from living with a sibling for the first four years of my life to one day being spit up to then seeing that sibling for one year for contact to then never seeing her again as a child. At the time, I found this very confusing realising that my sister was not coming back.