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A Common Bond

By Vanessa HamptonPublished 6 years ago 4 min read
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My parents got divorced when I was 18 months old so I never met my real father until I was about 30 years old. My step dad raised me and I have always considered him my dad now and til I die. However, I did have 3 sisters out in this world that I had never met until I was 30 also. You see to meet them, I had to meet him... so the search for my biological father began. It didn't take long to track him down either. He basically lived 2 counties over and it wasn't that I was so interested in him as I was in meeting my sisters. My father Calvin had 4 daughters all by different mothers, my mother being his 3rd wife. My sister Beverly is the oldest, then Renee, me, and then there is a 4th named Brandy but we have never met her and not sure if she knows or wants to know who her biological father is and that is how we have left it. Maybe someday she will find out the truth or doesn't care one way or another and that's fine too. But for me I needed to know my siblings and that I did.

Beverly is a crazy momma bear character! Protector of the weak, conveyor of justice, ready to put the smack down on anyone who screws with someone she loves. She is wild and crazy and I love her to death. She smokes, she drinks, and has the most colorful vocabulary you ever heard. I could listen to her for hours telling stories about pistol whipping some asshole in a bar for looking at her friend crossways or her escapades in Los Angeles. She is blonde and blue eyed with a trucker mouth and weighs about a buck ten. But don't let her size fool you because she'll climb your ass like a tree.

Then there is Renee. Renee is a hot little red head with a smile that lights up the room. She's got a quick tongue with a snarky, sarcastic sense of humor that matches mine to a T. We are literally twins born a couple years apart (to different mothers) but could not be more alike than if we were in fact truly twins... if that makes sense at all. We both love to read and drink wine. We have the same decorating style. We like to go antiquing and love the same foods! Food being high on the list of things we have in common. Whenever I'm craving salmon patties and cabbage and my boyfriend refuses to let me fix any in the house I say, "Fine! I'm going to go stay at my sister's!" And he agrees that I should go stink up her kitchen instead of ours. Ha!

But more importantly then being my twinny twin twin, she is the one person in this world I could count on no matter what. I call her Red, she calls me Blue. She listens to me and gives me advice. She doesn't just tell me what I want to hear either, but gives me the cold hard truth and for that she has my love and respect.

We talk daily and whenever I realized Hobby Lobby carried upholstery fabric, she was the first person I called. To find that amazing, you would have to share our love of cloth. She is the only other person I know that collects material. Actually its more like a fetish. We actually get off looking at material, cheese cloth, linens, vintage bedspreads, handmade quilts, you name it and we are about it. So one day I was in Hobby Lobby looking for some trim to go on a chair I had just upholstered with regular material I had gotten at Walmart. As I am cruising up and down the aisles I turn a corner and there they were... rolls and rolls of upholstery stock. Beautiful colors of textiles and vinyl and leather. It was if the heavens had opened up, the sun was shining down and I heard angels singing!! I HAD NEVER BEEN MORE EXCITED!!! This is sad but a true fact of my life. But honestly the only thing I could think of was calling my sister. "Oh my God Renee you got to see this, Hob Lob has got upholstery fabric!"

"No fucking way!" she responded.

"Yes way!" I then proceeded to tell her how I would be spending my next pay check. I had plans for covering the couch with new slip covers and curtains and pillows for my living room. Any other person in the world would have thought me insane for practically creaming my pants the middle of the store. But not Renee... she totally understood and admitted to be a little jealous. Of course I promised a trip to said store so she too could have the same orgasmic experience I did. I continued to babble (once I got her on the phone) through the checkout line AND the drive home. I described the perfect striped black, tan and crème color fabric I had found to cover my kitchen chairs with to her in detail. Then proceeded to send her pics afterwards. Fabric porn I supposed you could call it and I knew the only other person I could share my addiction with was Nee'.

Am I glad I found my sisters? Of course! There ARE times I wished we had grown up together and had each other to get through those awkward teenage years though. Or when our children were born and we became mothers for the first time. But I can't complain much. These last 15 years have been precious to me and knowing I have Bev to call if I need to hide a body and Renee to drink wine and re-decorate the living room with is more than I could ever ask for.

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