Ben got up when it finished. "Come on, let's go to bed. I'm knackered."

"Same here" I agreed, I got up, went upstairs to my room and put on my pyjamas. I waited for a bit to give the boys time to get ready and was about to get up when there was a quiet knock at the door. "Hmm?"

"Are you decent?" it was Max.

"Yeah, yeah, come in" he came in and sat on the bed. Then there was another knock at the door. "Come in" Ben came in and sat on my giant bean bag. Max got up and took a picture down from my bedside table.

"Who are these?"

"Oh" I said. I pointed at Mum. She had fair hair and was in her bikini. We had been on holiday last year when this photo was taken. "That's my Mum" I said. Then I pointed to my Dad, he was in his swimming trunks. "That's my Dad". I pointed at Jasmine "And that" I said "is my little sister". She was in a multicoloured swimsuit. Her bright pink goggles were on her head and she was smiling one of her sweetest smiles.

"Wow. They all look so happy" said Max, a hint of longing was in his eyes. "Why aren't you in the picture?"

"I was taking it"

"Oh" He picked up the other photo. There was a woman standing and a man standing with his arm around her. They were both smiling. It was a wedding photo. "Who are these people?"

"My... Umm... Parents".

"They look different on this photo"

"They're different people" I admitted. I hadn't even told Ben that I was adopted.

"You're adopted?" They both said together.

"Yes" I didn't really like talking about it.

"What happened to your real parents?" Max asked

"They died when I was five" I whispered and then hid my face in my knees. This was a hard subject for me. Max and Ben rushed over to comfort me. Max put a hand on my shoulder.

"Hey don't cry, I know how you feel"

"Same" said Ben, putting his hand on my other shoulder. I looked up at them, my face tearstained.

"You were adopted too?" I asked them. They both nodded. I turned to Ben "What happened to your parents?"

"They died when I was really little. I never really knew them"

"Oh. I'm sorry"

"You don't need to be" Ben looked at me for too long so I turned to Max. "What happened to your parents?"

"Nothing. They're still alive"

"Oh!" I'd never really thought about any other ways of people being adopted than their parents dying. "But then why...?"

"I got taken into care when I was seven. My brother's sister adopted me but then she died in a car accident when I was at school. So my brother took me in and raised me for her." I didn't ask why he was taken into care.

"So your brother isn't your real brother?"

"No. But he treats me like one."

"Don't you think of him as your Dad then?" asked Ben.

"No, I never have. He's always been my brother to me". I smiled.

"Come on, dry your eyes" said Ben.

"Yes" I went into the bathroom and splashed cold water on my face.  

The End

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