I miss my big sister. I don't know her.
I've never known her.
But there's this hole there in my heart, and I wonder what my life would be like if she was a part of it. I wonder how our family would be if she hadn't been given up for adoption, if she had sought us out on her eighteenth birthday like she could have.
i wonder if she's ever wanted a little sister as badly as I've wanted a big sister. Would we get along or fight. Would people say we look alike or talk the same way. I have a picture. Our eyes are similar. She has my mother's smile.
Somebody in my psychology class asked the other day if it's possible for people to love someone they've never met.
Yes, it is.
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