Sisters

I have siblings, five to be exact (to my knowledge).  I was raised with an older brother, we are only eighteen months apart and I "met" the other four in my mid-thirties.  As a "love-child" of the sixties, my mother was "sent" away to give birth, and during that era I was among the many to wait for my "forever" home.  I have no malice or resentment and truly appreciate the options a single mother had in the 1960's.  My adoptive parents chose the typical pair:   one boy, one girl, so no sisters in my life growing up.

My story is obviously not the "Brady Brunch," but it is certainly not the tragedy that one may think.  In my thirties I met my "Birth Mother" and the other four of my combined brothers and sisters, and yes, we are (myself included) three girls.  I am "Marcia" and love being the older and pretend to be the wiser.

A few weeks ago my youngest sister graduated with her Masters from a very prestigious University, and we all celebrated - gathering together from various places to be proud and be together.  The result of which I am short one "broken-in" jean jacket and a perfect cocktail dress - sisters are a pain in the ass, they just help themselves to your stuff!  I would not change a thing.

Sisters are all around us - blood or no blood.  Anyone else need to "borrow" a dress?

Love to all my sisters,
xoxo vagi