When my brother Zach was born, I knew, even at 2 and a half years old, that he was my mate. 

My grandparents on Dad's side disagreed, and when Zach was two, they performed some diabolical legal shenanigans to get him placed under their custody. 

But I never stopped believing that one day he'd come back to me. And when he did, I vowed to make damn sure we'd never be parted again.