Reunion is like seeing a beautiful tropical island in the distance. You were born there, and you family lives there, but you can’t find your way back. Some of us do, and we land on the sunny shores, only to discover that we don’t speak the language or know the customs. The natives seem friendly, but they don’t include you in their ceremonies. You slowly realize that they are not as friendly as they seemed. Some of them even throw rocks and spears at you to drive you away. They don’t seem to believe, or care that you are a native too. They cast you off the island long ago, and they don’t want to remember what they did. Eventually you leave the island, brokenhearted.