Every day this week, sometimes several times a day, I have talked to my sister. Up until tonight, I might not have used that term to describe her. I may have said half-sister, or something else, I'm not sure.
Now all I know is that I look forward to it all day—talking to her. Tonight we looked at photos, her on her end of Facebook and me on mine. We decided that Jackie, another half-sister/sister, and I look a lot alike. Eerily so.
She has been looking for me for years she told me. I have not been so diligent. I was more fearful. Of rejection. Or maybe being an unwelcome surprise.
She grew up less than a few miles from me, at least part of both of our childhoods. I wonder if we passed each other on the street.
I am thankful to her for finding me. Very thankful. There are things I know in entirety now that I have only known bits and pieces of in the past. Lots of blanks have been filled in. And I have a sister. Two. And a brother too.
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