A family is an intricate component of society. Growing up I knew it was just us four (Mom, Dad, my baby sister and I). I always wished I had a younger brother, especially to pull pranks on but we were good. After losing my Dad, then my mom it was just us two, or so I thought.
When I was in high school I heard rumours that my dad had another daughter. I say rumours because it had not been verified yet, by me. I asked my Dad’s best friend (let’s call him Uncle N) about it and he would not confirm or deny it. This increased my curiosity, how could I have a sister I did not know about.
As enthusiastic as I was, finding here was the hard part, especially since I only knew her mother’s first name, who at that point could have been alive or not. None of my relatives would give me concrete information. I resolved to put it all in God’s hands since I was getting nowhere (or so I thought).
2013, I get a message via my Facebook profile by someone who said she was my half sister. So immediately I call my sister to show her the message. The search was finally over.
My other sister (let’s call her C), was a single mother already, having had a daughter at 19, the same age her mother had her. I tried communicating with her to build a relationship but C was a mammoth task. Every organized meet-up never happened and she only seemed to ever reach out when she was in trouble.
She had questions about our father, which I thought was understandable, but this is all she ever wanted to talk about and we didn’t have answers for these questions.
To this very day my sister and I are estranged from C. Hopefully she’ll reach out when she when feels like it, if not, life goes on.