Sibling?

Dear Diary,


the truth is, I believe, my adoptive parents have always been honest with me (and white lies are meant to preserve my self-esteem or so they claimed when I asked them again why I was actually ranked 4th in place - see previous entry). Anyway, like I was saying, they have always been frank with me. When I became part of the family, they told me I was born in aussieland and later exported to Singapore for sale (yeah, life of a dog). Ironically, after a brief stay in the hot tropics, I am back here in aussieland. Often, I wonder if I would meet my biological parents or even siblings (if they weren't trade off like some commodities like I was).


And then, I met her.

I was checking out my usual pee posts (gossip columns, I like to call them) when I caught, what I thought, a mirror image of myself and I realised, holy crap, it's not me (because she moved and I didn't. Ha, ain't I clever?). My heart skipped a beat as I marvelled at her uncanny resemblance to me. I could tell Daddy Joe was astonished too because he was already taking his camera phone out and trying his best to capture a decent shot of her but, alas, she's not like me - the veteran model (and that's why the pic turned out blurred cus she couldn't keep still).


Dear diary, do you think she looks like me? I didn't have the chance to find out her name because she left after 5 mins leaving me all warm and fuzzy inside I couldn't begin to tell if it's the possiblity of seeing someone who might've been one of my siblings that made me happy or I had, in fact, met one of them.