There’s hardly a month that goes by where I don’t think about family. Or rather, my lack thereof. Apart from my parents and newly found half brother, I’m hard-pressed to even name a family member.
On my father’s side, it’s quite simple. The ones I don’t know are dead and the ones I do know are my father and brother. The crunch comes on my mother’s side.
You see, my mother’s family is rather extensive and for some reason, most of them are known to me only by the nicknames they gave each other (or my mother gave them). They’ve never showed any particular interest in me (I remember incidents relayed to me by my mother) or have prejudice against me for whatever reason. Now, the only cousin I was actually in contact with seems to disappear every time I try to contact her via chat… I know she’s busy with her new-found wife status but really, does it take that long to just say hi?
Well, whatever. It just makes me a little sad that I feel orphaned in (or rather out of) a family that large.
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