Once upon a time…
It’s like a train that’s coming from miles and miles away, maybe half way around the world, from so far in the past that you know it’s coming eventually, but don’t really pay attention to it in the meantime. So when it does come, it steamrolls into your life with such a rush that it overtakes you.
After my mom and dad had me, my dad went splitsville. He went on to marry another woman, and have two daughters and a son with her. Now, through the wonder of MySpace and that fact that we share an uncommon last name, I’ve been reunited with my half-brother and one of my half-sisters. And they’re totally cool. It’s just totally weird. Not the least of which is because their mother has been communicating with me via MySpace for the past few months, and hadn’t mentioned how she knew me.
I can say that it’s something new and exciting, and helps begin to close a circle in my life that has been incomplete since my birth. It’s also really cool to have a brother, since I already have two half-sisters from my mom as well.
