How would you get along with your sibling(s), parent(s), or any other person you’ve known for a long time — if you only met them for the first time today?
It took months of fighting closed adoption records, filing court documents, and combing through the ancestry.com site before the first name came to light. I’d spent more than fifteen thousand dollars of my savings trying to find the sister I never knew I had. To say I felt the world tilt on its axis to discover I had two siblings instead of one would be an understatement.
I spread the pictures and information across my dining room table. Straight from Google, Facebook, and LinkedIn, I’d gathered the latest photographs. My hands trembled as I read, highlighting the fine print on each printout. Are they anything like me? Would we have anything in common?
Sarah – lives in California, married with three grown children, two grandchildren, retired from… hmm doesn’t say. Oh, she’s writer, like me. I made a note to research publications. Political views: Democrat, Religion: Agnostic. Ugh.
Melba – small town not far from me, divorced with two children, one grandchild. Nothing on work. Political views: Democrat, Religion: Baptist. Oh Good Lord, she must be into a ton of cause crap. Every banner known to man is on her FB page.
I leaned back in my chair and stared at their faces. I could see the resemblance physically, but the more I read on their numerous public profiles, the more digging I did, the photos I pulled up, I saw less and less we had in common. My God, I was a conservative, southern woman, Republican, a christian, and believed in traditional family values. And, unless it was supporting the Constitution or curing cancer, don’t call me about a cause.
I wasn’t so sure anymore we would get along or like each other should we meet. Just because we had the same genetic makeup? The sum of who we are is more than genetics. Hell, we’re all in our late fifties and early sixties. Would they be up for some healthy debates? Cause I could definitely see some in our future.