I wince when my bangles dig into my skin, forcing a smile, hoping my boredom didn't show in my movements.I inwardly roll my eyes when my father makes introductions.What lame crap. They obviously know each other. Why make intros?I hiss when my sister steps on my foot, making me look up.I glance at a middle-aged couple, freezing when I made eye contact with an all too familiar grinning face, my vision landing next to her, hoping it was just a bad dream, my heart stopping and finally turning into an icicle when I stared into eyes of the most unexpected person, the person looking back at me, but not quite acknowledging me.