siblings
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There are three of us. THREE. And speaking of 3s I was 33 the year I met my SISTERS for the very first time. This was our first picture taken together. EVER. They are 12 & 15 years older than me, we share the same father , or sperm donor as I like to call him. He was married to Ginna ( my sisters mother) and while pregnant with Ashley the middle sister, my “ father” left a note for Ginna that had Heather age 2 and Ashley in her belly at just 4 months, he said “ he couldn’t handle it” and left. Walked out never looked back. Fast forward some years he meets Tricia, MY MOM, and they marry have me and lo & behold the crackpot does it again! Except this time my mom kicked him out , after letting him come back a few times, she had ENOUGH. Filled for sole custody he of course never contested and that WAS THAT. I always knew I had “ sisters” not just step but actual BLOOD siblings... but I grew up an only child and I never had any kind of relationship with my sisters or my father ... up until March 2020. My father reached out to the three of us, said he had written a book and it was dedicated to “ his girls” convenient we were his girls when he needed to sound like a nice caring man son people would read his literal CRAP book, none the less it went to ALL THREE OF US. And I am the firmest believer that “ everything happens for a reason” cool story about that for another time. Never the less... they both reached out to me, through social media, told me they wanted to know their “ sister” they wanted me to know my NIECES AND NEPHEWS... they loved me . Talk V about throwing someone for a loop... I went from being an only child with no siblings or any nieces or nephews to overnight having two sisters. A brother in law, and FIVE nieces and nephews. There were EIGHT people, eight family members, who knew about me and WANTED to know me! Be a part of my life.
By allegra jack6 years ago in Families
Sledding in the Berkshires
It is the brink of the 2020 holiday season and unlike any, we have ever known. One way or another we will all try to do our best to salvage traditions in light of social distancing. Perhaps gift shopping is best done online which isn’t terrible since most of us shop online already. Technology will provide virtual visits when travel and gatherings are not safe. I know it seems really impersonal maybe even lonely but these are the times we are currently living in. Even if things cannot be the same as years gone by we will all have to find a way to get into the holiday spirit and make the best of things. Personally I am excited for our first snowfall not a dusting but at least a couple of inches. Although this is something many would rather do without but for me it brings back some wonderful childhood memories.
By Marilyn Glover6 years ago in Families
My Brother Thinks That Facebook Is The Internet
I’m 28 and he is only 22. If we do the math, you’ll see that I was born six years before him. That’s how big the gap between us. Wait until we’re together in public. You’d think that I’m the young one, and he’s the elder one. It’s like he is Goliath and I’m David.
By Elias Netshilavulu6 years ago in Families
April Fools
April Fool's Day. The only day of the year where it is not only permissible to play jokes on people, it is encouraged. This is a true mom story. The morning of this particular April Fool's Day, my second-born son, Austin crafted a devious plan for his older brother Daniel. Austin took some strawberry flavored Ex-lax and carefully mixed it into a cup of coffee that he then brought to his brother.
By Kim Malone6 years ago in Families
The Battling Sisters
The Battling Sisters If memory serves me right, there were eight of them. Ms. Katherine had eight children, six boys and two girls. For the most part they were a relatively quiet family. They never bothered anyone; they mostly came and went about their business. I lived right below them for fifteen years and they never made much noise, yes they were a quiet family. They didn’t have much as far a material items may go, but they loved each other and to be honest, especially today, that is more valuable than any material or monetary wealth. Oh, my apologies, I was talking about Ms. Katherine’s eight children, sometimes I get easily throwed off mid-sentence, if I do it again, please don’t be ashamed to redirect me.
By Veronica Thompson6 years ago in Families
Just Keep Walking!
My Courage Through Life In the beginning of everyone's life, everyone has what they wish to be the best of memories with their families and friends. My earliest memory seems to bring only one kind of feeling, sadness. Only because after my latest sibling was born my parents decided that they no longer had feelings for each other and it was time for them to move on. The problem being I was the oldest witnessing this process unfold before me in a way that was more than confusing for my 5 year old mind to process. My earliest memory of my family was my parents on the couch arguing, not 100% over what, just that they weren’t happy. All while I sat there and watched from the sidelines confused. So to put plainly my earliest memories weren’t of the best times, but of some of the hardest I've had with my family.
By Jamie Castle6 years ago in Families
Growing Up
Hello this story is about growing up. Do you remember growing up? Personally I have three brothers. And growing up at first it was just me and my older brother we would get into so much trouble yet we would have a great time and living safe. Our father had two boats, he got rid of one of the boats by selling it to his friend. And the other boat was on the yard and sometimes when it was dark me and my brother would go inside the boat. Unfortunately we would come up with some random things to do And one night we decided to take our lasers and point them at vehicles. We basically should have never done that because one vehicle actually stopped so we quickly started hiding very well. But as the gentleman was approaching us we came to a conclusion that it was a police officer. The police officer quickly apprehended us and took us to the police station which was only like 5 minutes from our house. As we were in the police station I was feeling a bit disoriented and I did not know what to do. I was also scared and I was overhearing some loud noises as if the police officers were actually breaking the lasers. As we were in the police station I was feeling a bit disoriented and scared because I did not know what was going on as I was the youngest at the time. After all was said and done our parents were not to upset but we still ended up getting into trouble. It was really a night to remember that did not reoccur while growing up. Now the boat that me and my brother were in was my fathers favorite. He would love to take us all out in the summertime to a big lake where we would wear our life vest and enjoy the boat ride. I remember the boat going up so high and so fast that while I was sitting towards the front of boat you could see the water splash and almost touch it. At one point my father bought some sort of inflatable circular tube if you will that would attach to the boat. I was one of the one's that offered to try that amazing ride. So I got on and the boat started to accelerate and I was holding on for dear life. I actually felt like I was flying through the entire lake. Then my father took a hard turn and I seen a big wave come by me and through me off the circular tube. I stayed still and had my arms up so I can be seen by anyone that was near until my father comes back around. When I was just waiting I was feeling terrified because I was thinking that something was going to pull me down under or bite my toes. Until finally they came back around and grabbed me and I was happy to be back in the boat. We actually did this fun event a few times yearly with almost the whole family.
By Andres Fernandez 6 years ago in Families
Brother
The day my little sister was born was supposed to be the best day of my life. I was going to be the big brother to an annoying little sister who looked up to me. All my friends had little sisters who thought of them as a mighty prince that would always protect them. I didn’t want to be the only one left out. Her name was going to be Emily and she was going to be her big brother Mitch’s biggest fan. But when I walked into the hospital room with Dad and saw the bundle of blue instead of pink in Mom’s arms, I was furious. They promised me a little sister, not a noisy screaming brother.
By Carol-Ann Gibbs6 years ago in Families
The Day My Sister Shit My Pants
Everyone torments their younger siblings. We do it because we can. We do it because it's fun. But mostly, we do it because we hate having to share everything with them, especially blame. It doesn't mean we're vicious monsters, though.
By Rachel LeCompte6 years ago in Families
