We went through the customs check unhampered. I was beginning to feel nervous. I did not know whom I was going to meet. As we approached the final door before we entered the arrivals hall, I hesitated. My father nudged me gently in the back and verbally pushed me forward with, ‘Go on girl, sure it is only your very own family, what are you afraid of?’ I emerged into the usual large arrivals area, to see the usual sea of faces, each searching for their own particular person. As I stepped through the door, I was approached by a small group of four people, two male and two female. They had detached themselves from the larger throng. A small noisy over-excited army engulfed me. My father caught up behind me. He introduced me collectively to the party as, ‘Here is the long-lost sister.’ He then introduced my brothers and sisters to me individually. It was a very emotional experience. There were a lot of tears from me. It was so unreal. It was like this family was together and I was on the outside.
