My Story
Part 2
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I’ve met every one of my half brother and sisters at some
point in my life. I’ve got a picture of all of us together
as the huge family that we are and an individual one of everyone
that I, personal life to keep updated. It strange having so many
siblings but having none who live with me. But heck life is too
stronger for words to begin with
anyways.
Even with so many people in the family my parents don’t really seem to notice much. At times Janie, my mother seems like she gets frustrated with it; like if she were my dad she would never have fathered so many children. And really it is my dad’s fault that our lives become so complicated at times. He chose to keep in touch with the women he donated to; he’s the kind of person needs to keep track of anything that’s connected to him especially when the connection goes as deep as these ones; its genetic, it’s in the blood.
We are all scattered throughout the globe all over the world but my father has forever been the center piece of this family tree; he created it all. Our city is a marked point on each one of my family member’s map. Each and every one of us has it marked and memorized. This city holds us all together bring our pieces together one by one. So when the thing is the city that makes this city so important is gone, the pieces start to fall off little by little. When my father the thing that made the city mark worthy died the web of life the seemed so tightly woven unraveled and our family pieces fell; starting with Janie (my mom).
He died
in his sleep, peacefully but at the same ting it was the worst
way he could have possibly died. Imagine being my mom and waking
up to find your husband dead beside you, laying there as if he
was a sleep but clearly no alive. When that happened something in
my mom’s brain switched off, she just shut down. I hear the
scream, then nothing. I found her kneeling on the floor starting
right out the window clearly out of it and ever since then she
hasn’t returned. Janie’s still a working human but at
the same time she’s lifeless. I could commit a murder and
be sent to jail and Janie wouldn’t change. Yes I would be
gone but that wouldn’t register with her, just like dad
being dead hasn’t come to her either. The doctor tells me
when she saw my dad dead something in her just snapped. He told
me, “You know how grenades have those strings out pull in
order from them to be exploded. Your mom Lacey is like that, her
string was pulled and now we’re going to have to wit for
her to explode. We are just going to have to
wait.”
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