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4/4/11




My family has always been a little disjointed. We love each other. We hate each other. We can't stand one another. But, worst of all, we don't know each other.

When I was a little kid my mother always told me I was an only child. It was just me and her. We were all we would ever need. However, when I turned 12 the world fell on its side and nothing has been the same ever since.

Junior High. I hated gym class. I faked sick to get out of it all the time. Looking back on it now I'm really glad that I did.

I had been sitting in the nurses office, faking yet another sickness, when this kid walked in. I didn't have a slightest clue as to who he was. I mean I had seen him around, but we weren't friends and we didn't travel in the same circles. I wasn't even paying attention to him...until the nurse said his name.

I remember looking up in shock, wondering if I had heard right. Did he have the same last name as me? Turned out he did. And, even though I had been told I was an only child, I had to ask. Turns out his father was my father.

HOLY CRAP I HAD A BROTHER!

It was the most shocking thing that could have happened to me. Here I was, sitting in the nurses office in my gym clothes, starting at someone I had never met, but was tied to me by blood. That day will never leave my mind. Ever since then I've had brothers and sisters popping up out of the woodwork.

As a matter of fact, as of yesterday, I have two new younger siblings. Both of them are the same star sign as I am, born a year apart from each other, and three years after me. I've never learned how to react to the news of new siblings. I never know what to say or do.

What do you say to someone who is your blood, your kin, that you've never met? How do you get to know that person? How do you make a connection with someone who should have always been a part of your life?

I just hope that my family will come together some day.


I don't want to end up marrying my brother!!

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