I don’t remember it that well, but my parents divorced when I was around three years old. I vaguely remember my father getting on a plane at the airport to go back to Guam and my mom, brother, and I waving good-bye. I have heard stories about why they split, saying that it had nothing to do with my brother or I, just differences between the two. As I grew older, I would still get presents in the mail on my birthday, Christmas, and even Halloween. He would send mangos from Guam, pictures of him fishing and even working (as a firefighter). My brother and I would talk to him every week on the phone and act as if nothing has changed. As time went on, phone calls and gifts began to go scarce. One year went by where he forgot my brother’s birthday. No phone call, no gift or card in the mail. When my birthday came around, I came home to a huge box and a card. He sent me a gigantic stuffed dog and a card saying how much he loved and missed me. You would think that I would be happy that I received something from him and that he remembered my birthday. I was the exact opposite. I remember opening up the box and letter and I started crying immediately.
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Her name is Geraldine (Gerald-Deen). In the email she explained how she found my mom on Facebook and she wanted to know how we were doing. My mom responded to the email explaining how life was going with us and wanted to know how she was also. After a few emails exchanged back and fourth, Geraldine asked if it were possible for us to meet face to face. My mom brought up the question to my brother and me and asked if it were something that we would be open to doing. Of course I wanted to see her again because after all, she still is my sister and I haven’t seen her in over a decade. But I had this recurring question that always popped into my head; if I got close with my sister, would that mean I would have to become close with my father
Her name is Geraldine (Gerald-Deen). In the email she explained how she found my mom on Facebook and she wanted to know how we were doing. My mom responded to the email explaining how life was going with us and wanted to know how she was also. After a few emails exchanged back and fourth, Geraldine asked if it were possible for us to meet face to face. My mom brought up the question to my brother and me and asked if it were something that we would be open to doing. Of course I wanted to see her again because after all, she still is my sister and I haven’t seen her in over a decade. But I had this recurring question that always popped into my head; if I got close with my sister, would that mean I would have to become close with my father