Honestly, my view of my family is changing daily. I used to think, when I was younger, that we were happy. And we were. But, as me andmyolder sisters got older, things were changing. My oldest sister got pregnant when she was nineteen, my dad blew his top over it. I was only elven or so when it happened, and didn't have my own room. So, I heard everything in that conversation. That is the first time I can remember being so terrfied of my dad. The same thing happenedtwice with my sister, until my dad aceptted it. Now he and my mom have an adorable,hyper-active grandson, and I have a nephew we all love him very much.
Then there's the second oldest, she is extemely smart, and goes to UVA. She hasgotten into her fair share of trouble with our parents too. But I never understood what she did. She had a really good friend whom, to me, was like a third older sister, she was a part of the family. But, my parents made her decide between her friend, or her family. Choosing us meant she wouldn't be allowed to be friends with or even speak to that great friend of hers. And that's what she did, for a while.
Recently, it was found out they were with each other again, and that when my parents fround out, my sister refused to email anyone, and that hurt us all. When we did get an email, my momvreminded her she was welcome home, but not her friend, she my sister choose to not come home. At all, ever.
Today I was in her room and I found a letter that says she loves her friend too much to let go. And some other stuff about it all too. Persanlly, I had to figure it out on my own. She isn't planning on telling me and my parents certainly aren't telling me the whole story either. So I came to the conclusion.
My sister must be (as stange for me as it is to think it) a lesbian. Why else would my parents reject their friendship so much now? I personally wouldn't have a problem with it if she'd at least told me herself. Thanksgiving,Christmas, all those holidays are coming, and I won't see her. But, she's to blind to see that I'm now being as "Love you too, sis" as she is. I'm still hoping she tells me herself. If not, then I give up. Give up and write a poem specified to her and these damned lies.
And I will if I come to it.
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