My Long Lost Sister is Better Than Your Long Lost Sister
May 8th, 2007.One early evening, two weeks ago, I was sitting in front of my computer doing idle searches. Suddenly, my hands froze and I felt like the wind had been knocked out of me.
“I found her!” I hissed at my husband.
“Found who?” he answered mildly.
“My long lost sister!”
That apparently got his attention because he felt compelled to come over and take a peak at my screen. I had tracked her down on myspace, of all places, and we both stared at her picture intently for a few minutes. She was sporting a puffy white jacket and an over sized pair of sunglasses. Breathlessly, I sighed, “Isn’t she beautiful?”
My husband said, “She looks a lot like your brother.”
“Well, it makes sense that she would look like him and not me.”
He nodded and said, “Are you going to send her a message?”
Ignoring him completely, I said, “Look! Read her profile! She writes in complete sentences! No net speak at all! And look at her taste in movies and music….perfect! Oh, and look at this! She reads! She even lists it as a hobby!”
I could barely contain my excitement. After all, my long lost sister was a mere 3 weeks past her 18th birthday. Kid’s her age tend to dress like sluts and write like barely functional retards. They certainty don’t listen to 90’s grunge and list Joan of Arc as one of their heroes.
It must be the good genes.
My husband repeated his prior question, “Are you going to send her a message?”
I hesitated. “I…don’t know.”
I hesitated for the same reason I avoided talking about her here: because I’d have a lot of explaining to do. I’d have to explain who I was and where I came from. I’d have to explain family connections that I wasn’t even aware of until just a couple of years ago. I’d have to explain how my Father wasn’t really my Father and how most of the truths I grew up believing all ended up being great, big, lies.
And even then, I still couldn’t answer all of her questions…much like I won’t be able to answer all of yours. Her life looked happy and secure. What right did I have to disrupt it?
But still….I’ve always wanted a sister. What if she felt the same way?
Before I could think much more about it, I clicked the icon and sent her a message.
I started, “This might sound really weird, but….”
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May 8th, 2007 at 1:58 pm
[...] Original post: My Long Lost Sister is Better Than Your Long Lost Sister [...]
May 9th, 2007 at 3:13 pm
[...] OK, let’s rewind. [...]
May 14th, 2007 at 5:18 pm
[...] For the record, I am so over this story. Generally, I hate to write stories that don’t have a point and something about this one screams Zero Plot! to me. The sad part is the only reason I started this mess was because I wanted to tell you about my sister. Oh, I suppose I could have pulled a ‘Lost’ and just had her show up out of the blue, all, “I’ve been here all along!” but that seemed kind of shifty to me. So now I’m stuck here telling you a long, boring, over complicated story with no point. Shoot me now. [...]