love breeds like rabbits, i'm gonna set you free now...
Even if you were to be an old friend of mine, you probably wouldn't know that I have siblings. By law, however, I am an only child.
Reason why I don't talk about my brother and two sisters is because I myself don't know much about them. I probably would if my father was still alive. I only know about them in the first place because my brother's mother thought she was being the sweetest fucking thing when she told me herself she was having my father's child. When I told my father, he also told me I had two sisters.
To this day, I only know my brother. It's been my choice to only know him because, honestly, I was too young to think any different when my father and I saw him for the first time together. He will turn 12 this year.
I am barely 10 months older than one of my sisters. I know her name, I know who her mother is, but I don't know what she looks like.
My older sister, however, was always an enigma. She's 4-5 years older than me and, for some reason, I was never told her name. To my understanding, my father and grandma were the only ones that saw her. My father never really told me her name and my grandma is too old to remember. Well, tonight my mother told me otherwise. Turns out, my mother knows exactly who her mother is and even told me her mother would bring her to my parent's house often. Even after I was born. Then suddenly her mother went away and took her. Coincidentally enough, my mother doesn't remember her name either.
Somehow, my mother and I had never talked about this. So after dinner, we started talking about my dad and the subject of my siblings came up. It really bugs me that after 10 years of living with her, this subject had never come up. So, I really don't know how these news make me feel. For the longest time I've said that the reason why I never bothered to get in contact with my younger sister was because I was used to being an only child. I always said that it'd be too awkward to meet her.
My older sister, obviously, was a lost case. I'll probably never meet her, either, but I did always have the desire to at least find out who she was. All it'd take is a simple phone call to my family over there to find out more about her, but I don't think I'm ready to do that just yet.
Reason why I don't talk about my brother and two sisters is because I myself don't know much about them. I probably would if my father was still alive. I only know about them in the first place because my brother's mother thought she was being the sweetest fucking thing when she told me herself she was having my father's child. When I told my father, he also told me I had two sisters.
To this day, I only know my brother. It's been my choice to only know him because, honestly, I was too young to think any different when my father and I saw him for the first time together. He will turn 12 this year.
I am barely 10 months older than one of my sisters. I know her name, I know who her mother is, but I don't know what she looks like.
My older sister, however, was always an enigma. She's 4-5 years older than me and, for some reason, I was never told her name. To my understanding, my father and grandma were the only ones that saw her. My father never really told me her name and my grandma is too old to remember. Well, tonight my mother told me otherwise. Turns out, my mother knows exactly who her mother is and even told me her mother would bring her to my parent's house often. Even after I was born. Then suddenly her mother went away and took her. Coincidentally enough, my mother doesn't remember her name either.
Somehow, my mother and I had never talked about this. So after dinner, we started talking about my dad and the subject of my siblings came up. It really bugs me that after 10 years of living with her, this subject had never come up. So, I really don't know how these news make me feel. For the longest time I've said that the reason why I never bothered to get in contact with my younger sister was because I was used to being an only child. I always said that it'd be too awkward to meet her.
My older sister, obviously, was a lost case. I'll probably never meet her, either, but I did always have the desire to at least find out who she was. All it'd take is a simple phone call to my family over there to find out more about her, but I don't think I'm ready to do that just yet.