“Wake up!!” My sister yelled. I rubbed my eyes and looked around.

  “Why did you wake me up?”

  “No reason.”

  I knew she was lying, but I nodded. I went downstairs and I saw a man talking to my mom. Could it be? No! Is it? Before I could figure out what was going on and who that man was my sister ran up to him.

  “Daddy!”

  Our dad was in the war for a couple years, that’s why she was really excited.

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  The man pushed her away . “Who are you?” he asked.

  Clare teared up. “You don’t know who I am? Clare? Five years old?’

  “Yes, yes.”

  I watched silently as Clare ran, sobbing. Then I walked downstairs.

  “Steve! How are you?”

  “It’s Stephan.”

  Upset that he did not know my name, I went to my sister’s room. I found her on her bed, crying.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “Mom wants to transfer me with daddy”. She sobbed.

  “What?!” I exclaimed. She nodded.

  “What if we became pen pals?” I asked

  “Yay!!!!!”

  Then she hugged me tight. I let go when mom came in with dad.

  “Chodzmy,” my dad said to Clare.

  That was a Polish term. He taught my sister more than he taught me.

  My dad looked at me like I was a virus. Unproud. That was the last time I saw my sister for a while.