It seems a bit surreal that I now have a sister to chat with on the phone.
Each phone call usually lasts hours, till we’re both exhausted. Trying to catch up on time we didn’t get to share growing up as a normal family.
I knew about her, but I never thought she’d one day find me.
I looked for her back in my thirties, but the trail seemed cold. I had no way of knowing her adoptive name. And I was told the records could not be released.
Soon thereafter, I got the email from a relative that said: “I’ve found your younger sister. And this is how you can get in touch with her.”
I remember sitting there reading it over and over again. It didn’t seem possible after all this time.
It was a little while before we were in contact. And finally we started calling one another. And now it is just customary that we will chat.
It just goes to show you that you never know what life will bring to your door.
Sometimes I’m driving down the street and I see or think of something, and say to myself: “Oh, I’m going to call and tell my sister about that!”
Such ordinary words. Words that women the world over think every day.
Those words have changed my life.
August 4th, I recently learned, is Sister’s Day. And this year, I’ll have one to share it with.