Tom_kaulitz_.

I lived with my mom and my twin brother, Bill. I had a younger sister, but I'd never met her. She could have been standing next to me and you wouldn't know it was her; she was totally different from us.

When she was born, Bill and I were 1 year old, my parents separated, so my mom stayed with the two of us, and my dad with her.

One day, my mom got a call from the hospital, she answered and... Her ex-husband had died, her daughter was completely alone.

A few hours passed, and we went to his funeral. My mom approached the girl standing next to my dad's grave, who was crying uncontrollably. Bill and I walked behind her... So... That was our sister? Everything is just too weird right now.

My mom just touched her head gently and left, my mother's affection for her was evident, after all, she was still her daughter even though she hadn't seen or interacted with her for years... Bill looked at her and left with mom, I stayed a little far away from her, just watching her cry.

I approached slowly, as I knew it would be weird talking to a girl who was supposed to be my sister, but I didn't even know her...

Hello...

I told her in a calm tone of voice, trying not to scare her and to convey confidence... I sat next to her on the floor, I wanted to comfort her, since I felt nothing for our father's death, he never behaved as one with us.