So here is the story. My father was married to a woman and had 4 kids. 4 daughters and 1 son. My mom was married to a man and had 1 daughter and 1 son. Then they both got divorced and had me. They didn't marry until I turned 1 and was almost 2. I always remember how long they have been married because all I have to do is take my age and subtract 1. So as of right now they have been together for 17 good long years. I do have to say they are not the best couple ever. Not the best parents either but they try. Sometimes trying isn't enough.
While growing up I saw my older brother and sister from my moms side a whole bunch. Their names are Ashleigh and Keith. Which both already have kids. (All my sublings have kids). I knew about my other sisters and brother but I didn't know them very well. I hardly ever saw them and as a young child I would tell my friends at school I had 6 siblings but they would never believe me. Even my teacher because none of my siblings went to my school. Whenever I asked my parents about my 3 sisters and 1 brother, they would change the subject or just say they are not a good influence. As I got older I grew more and more curious about them and asking more often but my mom began saying with a hateful additude "Why you want to know them? What you want to know? Tell me? What is so important to know? They aren't the best people."
So I grew up thinking they were not the best people and it was better to not know them. I would see them from time to time for funerals and stuff and the one or two family reunions we went to; however, that's not enough to actually know the person. The saddest part for me was the fact I barely remeber my brother. Both my parents said its best to never see him ever. Dad said he never wants to even see or talk to my brother. When I ask why they just say he been to jail and has tattoos all over his body and stuff. However they would never say why he went to jail. All of my siblings have tattoos but mom and dad didn't shun them too. So I was extreamly confused by it all.
I do have one memory of him. When i was very young maybe 3 or 4 I vaguely remeber eating dinner with him and him tossing me into the air and catching me. Then we went to a store for groceries and then he spent the night. I also remebered he was helping dad on the job. (Plumbing).
And all these years later I still havent seen him. I don't know him at all. Not even over the phone. I had a face book last month but I took it down because my parents and other family on my moms side was looking too much into what I do in my life. I wasn't able to post anything about my writings without them questioning me about it. I do not see why I have to explain why I wrote some short story or not.
Recently I got in touch with one of my sisters when her home was in the path of Hurricane Irma (I think I spelled it right). I knew she lived in savannah so I asked mom and dad if she could talk to her about it. I doubt they actually did, I believe she asked them, but im not entirely sure.
I also very recently got in touch with my oldest sister and oldest sibling in fact. I'm starting to get to know her and talking alot. Im moving in with her and I am super excited by it. Ive never lived with other people before and especially not kids. Im moving there in May 2019. The same month I graduate highschool.
For anyone out there that may be in a similar situation on having family you were not allowed to know or maybe family you didn't even know about. Get to know them one day when your old enough to make your own decisions. No one can stop you. And its your judgement and yours alone if they are good or bad to be around. Never judge people by what somone else says. Im glad I am getting to know my siblings and I look forward to meeting my brother. I hope he wants to meet me too.
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