By Lou Marzeles

How a sibling came to be found


So I met my sister last week.

Well, not in person. We visited via email and phone and got to know each other a bit. Neither of us knew the other existed until last week. It only took a few decades to discover an entirely new family member. Granted, she wasn’t really new, strictly speaking. But it feels like she was just born as a fully grown woman who came from the same mother as I, only many years later.

I always knew I had more siblings than the one I know; that’s my sister Judy. Six years older than I, she remembers at least one other brother. And some time ago, we found out that another sister, Minerva, claimed our mother’s body when she died.

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