Big Girl Panties

I have a sister, you know. Not that “Oh, we’re so chummy ‘cause we’ve grown up together” kind of sister, but more like “My parents talk once in 4 years (if that) so there’s no need for me to meet the other offspring of my Papa the Biological” kind of sister. In other words, I don’t even know what she looks like.

That’s just… not right. How unfair you’ve got to be to cut all the chords between the siblings, without even taking into consideration the opinion of those before-mentioned siblings? Sometimes people just forget that there’s such thing as a call of blood, and that it has a feel to it.

Maybe it’s just strange for me to think that there is someone who might be just like me, or maybe completely different (whatever), but still a part of me somehow? I mean, I have a baby sister (if one), and don’t even know her! Don’t know if we really look alike, or have the same size, or if she’s happy, or… anything!

How something like that even happens?..