...hello world...
So I haven't written in ages so I thought I'd write something. I had a morbid thought in the shower. What would happen if my parents died? It occured to me because at the moment my parents are in California (yes, I'm JEALOUS) and I'm running the house playing 'mom'. And I realized something in the shower. In my parents' will, it says that we go to my aunt if we aren't of age, which means that Jason and Sara would go. She's in Illinois, away from home, Miami, their lives, their friends...me. I think when my parents come back I'm going to ask them to change it. I want them...my siblings. I want them to be with me. I want someone to take care of them who knows them, understands them, loves them. My aunt barely knows them. I would give up my life to do that. I wouldn't be mom, but they'd be loved and taken care of and I know my parents have money for us. Jason already told me he'd want to be with me and the one I'm worried about is Sara. She's 15. Jason will be 18 next year. If anything happened to my parents they could take her away. I don't want that to happen. She'd be better off here with me.
Not to say I want my parents to die. I want them to see their grandkids and great grand kids. But if God so chose to take my parents, then I want to be with my sibs. It'd be hard, but life is not easy and I'd rather they be with me and I know they would rather do that as well.
Not to say I want my parents to die. I want them to see their grandkids and great grand kids. But if God so chose to take my parents, then I want to be with my sibs. It'd be hard, but life is not easy and I'd rather they be with me and I know they would rather do that as well.