Truth
Hidden
I will never know her. Not in this
life anyway. I don’t know how old I was when I found out. It’s just one of
those things you can’t exactly tell a little girl like I was. I had to find out
on my own.
I was looking through my baby albums. As
I was putting my album back, something caught my eye. A name. One I wasn’t
familiar with. One I’ve never heard before, “Melinda.” I pulled the album down,
only to reveal a sister I’d never known. The pictures, grotesque and vivid
images, brought tears to my eyes, the ones that you can’t exactly hold back.
She would’ve been older than me, older than all of us.
I know there’s a reason this happened, a
reason I’ll probably learn later on. If she had survived I wouldn’t have been
born. Maybe that’s the reason. I don’t know. My parents wanted 4 kids. I
would’ve made 5.
Does the truth hurt? Sure. But not
the offended hurt. The sadness hurt.
But I’ll make it.
6 comments:
Made me cry.
Me too.
Me three
Me three
Me four and Chris five. Amanda, that was beautiful. Interesting thing, that is how I have felt about my brother, Michael. That if he gave up his place for me. That's why we gave Tristan his name for a middle name. Oh, these siblings we will get to know some day!
Me six. Amanda is so talented. This is really beautiful.
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