Incomplete

He sat in the waiting room quietly, his eyes never leaving the door ahead of him. He shook his leg, a habit of his when he was nervous. He had gotten a phone call the night previous from the adoption agency; They had finally located his twin brother. He had heard from his foster parents that they were separated at birth after his mother had died a few hours after labor. He never knew what happened to his father, he never gave it any thought. He wondered quietly to himself what his brother would be like. Would they share the same taste in music? Sports? Movies? He had given it a lot of thought since the phone call.

He ran his hand through his hair and gave a deep sigh; anxiety ripping at his nerves. At last the door began to open, he sprang up from his seat and shoved his hands into his pockets nervously. A small girl and a woman came out from behind the door and left. He felt dizzy from the rush of adrenaline. He checked his watch and noticed he had only been waiting about twenty minutes. It felt like he had waited a life time, he had waited a life time. He sat back down and rested his arms on his knees, then for the second time the door opened. He got up slowly as he watched himself come from behind the door. His brother gave a nervous smile and put his hands into his pockets. He smiled and noted they at least had one thing in common. He embraced his brother and let the tears fall. Finally, he had found the one thing missing from his life. They were both whole in an incomplete world.