Recently I posted a picture of myself on Facebook of me when
I was about 6 or 7 I’m guessing. It is a background shot and then you add
another shot of yourself to ‘enhance’ the background. If you know me, you know
I like to have a laugh because laughs are free.
One of my sisters noticed the background shot and remarked
how much it looked like her grandson. I reminded her that ALL my nieces and
nephews look like me, beautiful! That I often say it and said she knew, but
would I please stop it. Meanness comes in many forms.
Being the only saintly one among my mother’s five children,
and the prettiest, I have had to live with their jealousies all my life. As I
have repeatedly told them, I can’t help it if I am prettier than they are, what
can I do?
Naturally angry women do angry things, jealous women do
jealous things, so all my life, especially when I came home from church every
morning, they would plot their evil against me, doing the devil’s work so to
speak. But I always forgive them, because they can’t help it.
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| the sisterhood |
I fully understand how hard it must be to follow in my
footsteps going through school and the community, the constant comparisons they
must have had to endure being one of my sibs. The constantly hearing: “You’re a
nice kid, but you’re NO JOSEPH!” My heart goes out to them, why, it evens hurts
me!
So dear sisters, be brave, I know life has handed you a
crushing blow, but bask in the aurora of my glow, the shadow of love, kindness
and pretty, after all, I’m your brother!
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