For as long as Reed could remember, he had never put any thought into the idea of family. Not out of spite because he never had one, but because he realized he never truly desired one as much as the other orphans. He had been content enough with just having a bowl of warm gruel and a thin, scratchy blanket.
The longer Reed stared at the little red pyramid on the table, the more he wondered what he would say when the time came. What would the man with who he once shared half of his genes tell him? Would he call him 'son' and address him by a name he did not know?
Unease filled his heart.
He did not want to know any of these answers. To put it bluntly, he did not even want to walk down this path, but he could not afford to walk down any other path.