You know, throughout the day, I was still shaken up by yesterday’s... event, and I was worried about my brothers well being. But last night, dad surprised me by telling me that he’s going to be ok and that I’d get to meet them both — personally! No tricks, no wordplay, and not through the looking glass, this time I actually get to go up and talk to them! 

I was so excited, I told Addine about it after school before dad picked me up right after school (which, itself, is a rarity). She still doesn’t believe me but one of these days I’ll sneak a picture with them and show her, it’s just that dad and his coworkers keep taking my phone away whenever I get there. My dads job doesn’t allow cellphones or photography in the area, I’m not entirely sure why.

Anyway, I could hardly believe that I was actually going to meet them, especially when I was right in front of their door. I got so nervous at that point, that’s when I really realized that, even if they’re technically my brothers, I know absolutely nothing about them. I never even made eye contact with either of them! But dad reassured me and told me that we’d get along fine, but that still didn’t prevent the awkward dreaded silence that immediately happened as soon as I walked in. Dad said he had to do some work so I‘d be alone with them the majority of the time.

Not gonna lie, meting the twins was the most dumbfounded moment in my life, I’m still having trouble grasping the whole thing. The first, but not the weirdest thing, that I noticed was how bare their room is. There were no posters, photos, not even dressers, just an empty square that had those weird capsule beds that they sleep in. The walls were a shade of yellow so light that they’d might as well just painted it them white.

Now for the extremely weird part, so I introduced myself to them and told them that I was their brother, I thought that was too strong or too sudden, but here they are asking me what a “brother” was.

They were serious.

A set of twins did’t know what a brother was, they didn’t even know what a "mom" or a "dad" is. I literally had to explain all that to them as scientifically as I could in order for them to understand.

...

Boi.

If that wasn’t enough, they didn’t know that my dad was their dad. I had to go to the bathroom down the hall to freak out about this, just like right now.

WHAT THE HECK DAD?! THEY’RE TWINS - HOW COULD THEY NOT KNOW WHAT BROTHERS ARE BUT KNOW WHAT AN “OFFSPRING” IS— ON TOP OF THE FACT THAT THEY DON’T KNOW THAT THEY'RE YOUR KIDS —WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH THEM?! DO YOU EVEN SEE THEM? YOU ALWAYS TALKED ABOUT THEM

Actually, now that I think about it, he only talks about their progress, not ABOUT them. I don’t even think he ever explain how the twins came to be? I know that he’s a scientist but I don’t know what kind... and I don’t think he wants to tell.

I remember this one time, in kindergarten, it was one of those “parents talk about their job” things and they asked me what my dad did. I said something like “my dad makes babies and keeps an eye on them”, his face was hilarious but he said that he worked in the nursery at a hospital. I know - I knew — that’s not true, the place he works at is not a hospital - they may have basements, but their whole facilities are not underground.

No wonder Addine doesn’t believe me.