It was National Siblings Day last Friday. Does every person/animal/thing get a special day now? Isn’t it all too weird and narcissistic?
I shouldn’t talk… I used to harp about having a National Tricia Day. Better yet, an International Tricia Day!
On Friday I did click on my sister’s Facebook page to see what she was doing. Then I clicked on her husband’s page. I look in on them every few days so there’s nothing unusual about any of this except for one little fact.
My sister has no idea I exist.
I should clarify, she is my half-sister and she has no idea I exist.
I was put up for adoption a few years before she was born. My existence has always been a secret.
Well it was a secret until the BC Government allowed me to open up my adoption papers. So it’s not a secret anymore.
My mother and I know the truth and I have promised not to tell my sister.
The temptation to look at someone you share DNA with is just too strong. I like to see what the family is up too. A couple of years ago my sister posted a picture of my mother. That was the first time I had ever seen her face.
So on National Siblings Day I stalked my sister. And she was oblivious to it all.
I’m glad some people don’t know the benefit of keeping their Facebook pages private.
Insert evil laugh here…