What's the definition of a family? And by that I mean, what does it mean to be a family.

The requirements of having both a mother and a father, maybe siblings perhaps, that loves you unconditionally.

Everyday I ask myself the same question, "What is a family?" And everyday, my mind wanders back to that moment.

As much as I want answers to my life question, here I am sitting along the window ledge of the orphanage.

Watching families pass by holding hands with their children, exactly my age, smiling happily together.

I make a quick glance at the noise behind me.

There had orphans like myself, running a muck and obliviously to what is outside these walls.

Children from all types of backgrounds: runaways, lost both parents, got dropped off, and so forth.

I guess the fact that they're all smiling and laughing is because they are finally wanted somewhere and call this orphanage, home.

I turned my direction back towards the window, a sigh escaping my lips as I continue to watch more families walking by.

"Rae, are you okay?"

I feel a light touch on my right should.

Turning towards the voice of my identical twin brother who held a worried look on his face.

"Yeah, I'm perfectly fine. Just admiring the weather outside today."

I answered back, forcing a smile upon my face.

Before I continue on with the story, allow me to introduce myself.

My name's Rae Ann Brooks and I currently live in the orphanage in the heart of Chicago with my identical twin brother Axel Jack Brooks.

We weren't always orphans; in fact, we've only been living here for three years now after our mother passed away and our father suddenly disappeared.

I never really grasped where our father went to after the passing of our mother.

But then again, we were only nine at the time.

Some rumours I heard was that whoever killed my mother was chasing after my father, which is why he didn't bother coming back for us when we hid.

However, after three years you would assume he'd come back for us.

Falling back into reality, I feel the weight of my brother as he took a seat on my right side and stared out as well.

"You really want that again don't you."

He stated rather than asking me, knowing my answer would always be 'yes'.

Axel understood why I questioned our father's decisions, but he believed that dad was still being chased and couldn't come back for us just yet.

I started thinking about all the possible hardships our father could be going through at this moment.

Without even realizing the amount of fear I brought upon myself, I started thinking of the worst.

"Hey, Rae! Get a hold of yourself!"

Axel lightly shook me, as I snapped out of my inner thoughts.

Without realizing, I felt drops of water falling from my face.

I didn't think that the possibility of dad being in grave danger would affect me this badly again.

I felt the safety of my brother as he wrapped his arm around my shoulder, allowing me to rest my head on his shoulder.

"Rae, we'll get through this. We have each other and that's better than nothing.

Remember what mom use to tell us all the time: 'No matter what, as long as we have each other we can overcome all odds.'

Besides, aren't you the older one here that's suppose to be telling me this?"

He grinned as a laugh escaped my lips.

"Yeah, by only six minutes."

"Six minutes is good enough for me."

My brother laughed as I lightly punched him on the shoulder.

Hugging my brother in gratitude, I honestly wouldn't know what to do without him.

The Following Day

"And here comes Stone Cold, Steve Austin, as he pulls off the Stone Cold Stunner on Kane!"

I mimicked the announcer as I held my fist by my mouth.

After the personal conversation yesterday with my brother, I was finally able to have some peaceful rest without the endless nightmare occurring.

And for once I was able to look forward for today.

It was recess at this time, my brother and myself decided to go by the grass and play with our wrestling figurines.

"Hey announcer, I think you need to get your eyes check."

Axel joked as he made the Kane figure pull a reverse attack on Stone Cold, giving him a choke slam of death.

"1…2…3. That's it! The winner's Kane! Ladies and gentlemen, that was indeed a huge turn of events!"

I shouted with enthusiasm as my brother held Kane with both hands.

"Ha! I told you!"

You're probably wondering how in the world we got our hands on two world wrestling figurines.

Well the reason behind it was after our mother's passing and father's disappearance, the orphanage allowed us to pack up anything we wanted from home.

And being avid wrestling fans, we made sure our merchandise came with us.

You see, both my brother and I grew up in a wrestling environment.

Our mother would always watch world wrestling every week and for as long as I can remember it became a family get-together.

When we were four years old, our mother told us about her brother being a professional wrestler himself.

Unfortunately, I don't recall his name very well seeing as every wrestler in the business use ring names.

My thoughts were cut off by the loud clapping of the Head Master herself, Mrs. Reid, as she stood at the top steps of the orphanage.

"Alright children, I have excellent news for you. So would you please come closer stand in front of me."

We got up from our place on the grass and followed suit with the rest of the children as we stood in front of Mrs. Reid.

"As some of you may be aware, World Wrestling Entertainment hosts and event every summer known as SummerSlam!

Well surprisingly enough, we managed to contact Mr. McMahon and sure enough the entire WWE

roster will be dropping by to spend a day with you all."

Gasps could be heard throughout the playground as boys would high-five each other and girls would be giggling about certain male wrestlers.

I turned to my brother and sure enough, he himself was speechless of the news.

My brother used to always ask our mother about our uncle who was a wrestler.

Apparently he was named after our uncle, taking his middle name 'Jack'.

Mrs. Reid clapped once more, silencing the noise.

"Any who, they will be arriving here tomorrow morning sharp at 8AM.

So I expect all of you to be up an hour early if you wish to get a chance to meet them all.

Breakfast will be served earlier at 7:15AM until noon.

Please dress appropriately children for this is a privilege that we would like to keep giving you all.

And with that, may everyone please return back to their classrooms as we continue on with the school day."

She finished as she held the door open for us to file back inside.

As my brother and myself headed back to our history class, we both knew what tomorrow meant for us:

An escape from this orphanage and finally meeting our uncle after all these years.

"Do you think we'll be able to find him?"

Axel whispered as he turned from his seat to face me.

"We have the whole day to find him Axel. I'm positive we'll be able to meet him."

I replied back just as our teacher walked into class.

However, I felt a knot in my stomach that said otherwise.

I mean, what if we don't find him tomorrow and we miss him by an inch.

Will we be here until we turn eighteen? Or will luck be on our side and we'll be able to leave this place?

The vast questions that flooded my mind were soon washed away as our teacher began the lesson about the development of North America.