That night I tried to talk with my dad about why he and my mom split up, but before I even walked through the front door he was a fast asleep on sofa in front of the t.v. I shrug and walk up stairs to my room for my needed alone time. Normally I would I would video chat with Teto after coming home, but I had a lot of emotions I wanted to get out and they were the kind of emotions most emo people get hit for showing. I laid on my bed with my stuffed Raichu and Pikachu next to me for comfort."I wasn't the kid they were arguing about?" I thought to myself, looking back on my parent's divorce. I always assumed I was the wedge that broke my parents apart because all of their argument always had the mention of "the kid". Who was the kid? If it wasn't me then who? I opened the small window next to my bed to let in the stormy night's clean air and wet rain drops fill the room. "Who is she, and who did my mom have her with?" I thought one more time before it hit me. That girl with the long pink hair, Luka. How could I not see it. The way my mom and her talk with each other, their similar body shape, the way she is commanded by my mom's strictness. Luka was my sister and I was her... something else. The next morning I ended my search for a talk with my mom and begin a hunt for my sister's family bond.