Since we are in the month of December and that is when my sister and I officially met in person, I wanted to share this story with you. I will be giving a little back story so that you can understand why we never met before and all the shi-bangs. Welcome and welcome back to the blogmas series! We are 6 days away from celebrating the most wonderful time of the year with friends and families. I hope you’re more excited than I am for this holiday.
Anyway, let’s get to the back story. My mom travelled back and forth to Panama where she bought clothes to sell. She did not have a physical store so she walked on the streets to sell those clothing items. We had a conversation about how she met my dad and she told me that she was walking on the road and it started to rain. She did have an umbrella so he stopped and offered her a ride. She refused the ride but he insisted and she went in the car (best believe that this is exactly how I am). After they met and got to know each other, I came in the picture. At the time, my sister was three years old going onto four.
My dad was living here in Jamaica when I was born but when he got ill, he went back home to the United States where he died after. I have no memory of meeting him or even seeing him. Shortly after he went back, my mom went to England and I never met my sister. I heard about her and I knew her full name but that was all. I would tell everyone that I have two siblings but I only know one of them. From time to time, I would search for her on social media but I didn’t know how she looked. I was literally looking for someone who has curly hair like mine – that was it.
For years I’ve been searching for her but I couldn’t find her. Call me crazy but I’ve sent a few messages to people with her name asking if their dads’ name is my dad’s name and I still couldn’t find her. In January of 2015, I created a note and posted it on my Facebook and Instagram. I didn’t want anyone to know that I was looking for my long last sister so I posted it as if it was for someone else. Days and weeks went by and nobody commented or sent me a message. I was back to square one but I wasn’t giving up.
A month of posting, I got a message from someone with her name. I was nervous at first but I was excited. I have been waiting for that moment all my life and it finally came. My sister found me! We exchanged numbers on Facebook, confirmed that we are sisters with both our mothers and cried. We spoke about our childhood and just random things so that we could get to know each other a bit. That was all over the phone. After 1 year and nine months of waiting, we met in person but we had a clash in personalities at the time. We are good now and I love her so much!
Thank you for reading and I will see you tomorrow! ‘Tis the season to be jolly …