My little brother
I have a little brother (half-brother) who turned 17 on Saturday. (Yep, he's younger than my youngest daughter by almost 2 months). He looked kind of sad on Sunday when I got to see him. He lives with his mother. I can only imagine what it feels like to have a family that isn't family. Not that we don't try but it's only been a few years since we found out about him. And his mom won't really let him over. We are strangers. I hope he doesn't feel guilty for being born. I mean I know I was conceived out of wedlock but my dad did marry my mom. My dad didn't marry his. He is still married to mine.
I know my sister (half) felt guilty. She wanted her dad and mom together. But dad was married to someone else. Of course, she only found out when she tracked him down. How that must have hurt.
I really care about them. Not as much as I care for my baby brother (full) Joel whom I helped raise. But I do care and I wish I could know them better.
Lousy, stupid selfishness.
I know my sister (half) felt guilty. She wanted her dad and mom together. But dad was married to someone else. Of course, she only found out when she tracked him down. How that must have hurt.
I really care about them. Not as much as I care for my baby brother (full) Joel whom I helped raise. But I do care and I wish I could know them better.
Lousy, stupid selfishness.