My Sister

I came into the world in the usual way, a mother and a father.  When my mother found out that he liked to date other women while he was married, she promptly divorced him.  I was 18 months old and my brother was just born.

My biological father, not wanting to pay child support, let my stepfather adopt us two.  My stepfather has been the most wonderful Dad for us! A story for another time…

So my biological father married someone else and started another family, then moved a few hours away and I never saw him again.  My brother, however, wanted to meet him and did, and knew him for many years before he died.

My brother kept telling me that there was 2 step brothers, and a step-sister.  He would tell me how nice she was and how we had the same laugh.  “She’s really nice and I know you’d like her”, he would always tell me, trying to make me want to meet her.

I was always kind of afraid that if I did, I would have to meet the biological father and I couldn’t seem to want to face it.  So, after he passed, my brother got me thinking about her again and I said I would like to meet her.

I took my brother, and mother (she already liked her) with me and we met at a restaurant half way between us.  My favorite color is purple, and when she came in she had purple glasses on and a purple case for her phone (her favorite color).  I have one too.  We both have a big love of music.  She plays the guitar and keyboard.  I just like to sing.  I don’t have a good voice, just the heart for it. 🙂  We talked a little, we cried a little, and when we left each other, we exchanged phone numbers.

Within a few weeks, I called her and said I just missed her and wanted to talk some more.  For being in my 50’s, I thought I was pretty brave to venture to a place I was afraid to go before.  And I am so glad that I did.  We text and talk and see each other very often and I wonder how I ever lived without her.  I always wanted a sister.