My Strength

Written for https://thesoundofonehandtyping.com/category/writers-workshop-2/

I have no recollection of my siblings entering this world because, as an unplanned addition my parents didn’t foresee. An accident, or a surprise, I changed their life. My mother was thirty-eight, while my dad was forty-nine. The older of my siblings, sixteen, and my brother, ten were confused when I crashed into their calm world.

I have a memory of my sister from my childhood. Four, and not willing for her to relocate when she got married, I pouted and stomped. Well, I say that, but it is more what others informed me. Evidently, I refused to budge off the doorstep. My dad couldn’t persuade me to leave. She asked if I could look after her cat, Candy. I made her promise she would visit me, and never let me down.

A couple of years ago, she passed away because of cancer. The loss of such a gorgeous, classy lady, broke my heart. She is with all of us, watching over her loved ones as she did during her life.

At Christmas, as a girl, and excited about the day, I woke my brother up and screamed it was time to open our presents. He shared with me later? He only just arrived home after a few drinks with his mates and 3 in the morning wasn’t a good time to wake him up.

Being part of a close sibling relationship is something I am proud of. I am aware that if I ever need to speak with him, he will be there to support me. I am only a phone call away if he needs someone to talk to.

I have a picture my daughter and son brought me the year she passed away. Three trees standing together, with strong roots. Growing up, they were always my heroes and with their love I can overcome anything.