I have seven siblings.
Half-blood or not blood related at all, I have six brothers and one sister.
My oldest brother by blood was named Ryan. If I remember correctly, He died soon after being born. If I am to ever have a child, His name will be Ryan.
Then I was next. I was lucky to be born. The mistake in the line.
My next sibling would be J.T. He died in the womb. I never found out what J.T. would stand for. I think being remembered as J.T. is fucking awesome enough.
Jalen was born next. He was born four/five years after me. I basically begged my parents for a sibling. Sex and 9 months later. BEHOLD. The annoying little chubby brother. Well he ain’t little no more….or chubby. :/
He plays football and is a reverend at our church at he age of 15. Quite a feat is I do say so myself.He’s in a way my best friend even though being years younger than me. I can confide in him about anything and he never tells. Even if it is illegal. Before my dark ages, we were really close and I can’t tell you how glad I am seeing our relationship now resemble what we had before and more.
Little Jacour is next. Pronounced Ja-co-or. Yeah I wanted to name him Jacob but nooooo. Mama had to be original. Toss the ‘b’ and add a ‘ur’.
He’s my little one. He’s is about as proud as me when it comes to most things. He tries to act all big and bad but he’s really just big softie inside. I see it every time he comes and hugs me when I get home. He is a junior Deacon/Usher at our church. He looks so cute in his little suit. I’ve got pics!!! He was born four years after Jalen, and is eight years younger than me.
My last blood related is Jakail Marcell Allen. He is 15 years younger than me and should be in preschool by now. The things is that none of us have seen him since the day he was born. He is somewhere in system and I have no idea of how I can get him home with us but I will someday.
First up is my sister Cineka. She is believed to be around 28. She always says she is 25. At first, she intimidated me. She was another older sis that could take care of her brother better than I could take care of mine. I felt useless and at times ugly compared to her. But it’s not the case of evil step sister here. That was just my own inferiority complex flaring up. No, she is selfish, funny, intelligent, stylish and is kind…at times. I’ve gone from looking down on myself to looking up to her.
She also has one son and another on the way (baby shower on Saturday!!!). Her first son Daunte, was the sweetest little boy you will ever meet. I don’t think he could be mean to anyone. I can honestly say that he melted the ice around my heart, when everyone else’s love had gone cold. Last October he passed away. I love him so much. My heart & prayers goes out to my sister who had to deal with the pain of losing a child.
And last we have Patrick. He was my best friend. During my dark ages, he made himself known. He let me know that I could depend on him. I took every chance I could. Things didn’t end well. That path I took lead to years of wondering if any of it was real and if my decisions were just too selfish.
I find it funny. Before, my heart would jerk around in pain whenever I heard his name. Now, it’s only a dull ache. I wouldn’t call this a dark history. But it’s not something I like to remember. Unfortunately, the light of today shines upon my past and forces me to see what really happened around me.
And there you have it folks.
A piece of my family to you.