So to some folks my family would seem odd. I have several half sisters. There are 6 of us to be exact. None of us have the same mother and father. The youngest sister..Well, we have the same mother and I was 16 when she was born. Then there are 5 other girls and I am the youngest out of the girls my father has. 3 of these girls I went to school with. The oldest knew me or at least who I was anyways. Two of the older sisters I knew about them, but they didn't know about me. I remember being in kindergarten seeing them everyday. One was in first grade the other in second grade. We used to frequent a place called trade day a local flea market and one day my mother pointed them out to me and told me that they were my half sisters. I remember sneaking around following them around the flea market just wanting to watch them and fascinated because it had only been me alone and wanting to tell them so badly...Hey did you know your my sisters??? Mom had told me to never say anything because there stepdad had adopted them so the life they knew was theres. Although there mother did know that I was there sister I just continued to watch them at school and from a distance. Until one day at school they put kindergartners outside to play with the 1st graders. I couldn't take it anymore here was my chance. I ran over to the girl on the swing and said hey..did you know that your my big sister? I must have been pretty convincing because she went home and told her mom. Her mother didn't want her to know that yet so she told her all little kids say that. It wasn't until years later that she would find out that the little girl on the play ground was telling the truth. Sometime later her mother decided to tell her who her real father was and by then I had moved several hours away from her and hadn't seen her in years. My mother was a caregiver and took care of elderly people so we would live in until they passed away. So I changed schools quite a bit and everyonce in a blue moon I would run into someone who would tell me I reminded them so much of this girl named Bridgett who used to go to shool wherever I was going at the time. I started to wonder if it was my sister that I hadn't seen since kindergarten...Could it be her the girl. they was talking about? Several years passed by and our real dad died and I remember going to the funeral home and looking across the room and seeing a teenage girl who looked like me. I was blonde and she was brunette. Our eyes locked instantly and we made our way through the crowd of people straight towards each other. I remember her saying your that little girl that came up to me on the playground that day. I smiled and said yes. She hugged my neck and from that moment I never felt alone again. not the way I had felt as a child just always feeling like something was missing. As I said I have 5 other sisters but there was a connection between her and I that I can't explain. Her Birthday is February 3 1980 and mine is October 29 1981. Maybe because we were so close in age. Maybe because she is a soul mate. I just know since having her in my life the world made a whole lot more sense to me and we have remained close and I couldn't imagine life without her. Don't get me wrong my other sisters are beautiful and they mean the world to me. My baby sister is like my own child. I love her as if she is my own, but there are some people in life we are fated to meet. I believe if you are destined to meet and be in someone's life it will happen and I thank God that it did. With Love to my sister...Bridgett Dawn Conn
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