I have a half brother. From my father's side. I haven't seen him in about ten years since our father used to pick us up on the weekends.
My grandma informed me recently that he works at a grocery store about a mile from my house. My father ran into him one day there.
Coincidently, Melissa shops at that store all the time. I told her to be on the lookout for a kid with red hair and freckles named Stephen. I had even gone a couple times with no luck. I brought it up again yesterday to her and she says, "Well there's a guy who goes to my church named Stephen who works at that store." Um what?! Does he have red hair?..yes. And freckles?..yes. You know my brother?! And you've been holding out on me!! She totally never made the connection.
Troy also happens to be good friends with him and called him right away and he was super excited. We arranged to have dinner tonight and it was great! We relived old memories and caught up on the last ten-ish years. We had a really great time and it's so weird to be back in contact as adults with my BROTHER!
Do we look alike? :)

What a small world!



