Last week, I couldn't hear. Apparently, (I realize you don't really want to know this about me, so sorry!), I'm kinda waxy, and despite my cleaning of my ears, there gets to be a ridiculous amount of goo (mmmm!) during the allergy season. So yeah, I had to go to Urgent Care. While sitting in the waiting room, adding words to my Fantastic Words list, a tall strangely balding man in a DHL shirt strode through the waiting room. It was my brother.
Looking around, he noticed my legs were in his path, so he said 'Excuse Me' and kept walking. Now I know I change hairstyles and such, and it has been awhile since we have spoken (almost two years since he delivered something to my office and we exchanged a 'Hey, How's it going?'). However, I am still his sister, and still unmistakably Gabrielle.
Did I stop him and say 'Hey, Daniel, how are you?'? Nope. I let him walk by and on his way back through the waiting room, I stared at him the whole time. I was a ghost.
A few months ago, a similar thing happened, but I was a few yards from him, crossing the street. Does he remember he has a sister?
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I'm sorry :(. I have a half sister that I've only spoken with 2 times in the last 10 years. I've always adored her just for simply being the only sister I have, but she acts like she could care less.
yes! that's exactly it with my brother. he could care less!
my mom is different. every interaction with her she infuses with her well of guilt she has over abandoning me or whatever, and that guilt keeps us from healing. and now that she's gone as long as she has, i am positive she feels it's insurmountable.
i can only hope hope hope the same tragedies do not befall the relationships between my girls and me.
Oh, that makes me so sad. For him more than for you. He is missing out on so much greatness. I'm sorry. I'd hug you if I thought you wanted one from me and, of course, if I saw you more than once a year or so because of Hennifer.
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