I have a big family.....now that is....it wasn't always like that..for as long as I could remember it had always been just my mom, me, my older sister Sarah and in 1998 a little edition named Angel I wrote about him in my blog called "little Angel". We had our Grandparents(my mothers parents) and our 2 uncles and cousins...but all in all pretty much just us. My sister and I no matter how much we would have like to have had a great relationship with our father, was just not happening...he was locked up and had been our entire lives. He did tell us though that we had other siblings...3 sisters and a brother. 2 older sisters from his 1st marriage and 2 younger ones from his 3rd wife. I was told that we met our 2 older sisters, Stephanie and Krystal when we were babies, but what does that matter I sure as don't remember it...... Well as time went on my dad would always say his greatest hope is that we will all one day reunite and know and love eachother...in my sister and I's head this was easier said then done, because the grown ups in the situation werent acting very grown up, but I suppose a man who u loved and bore children with could def do that to u... My dad had these women crazy! My mother hated his guts and depised him for what he did to her and us...Stephanie and Krystals mom still loved him and wanted to be with him....and the third wife, was still with him, trying to sustain any type of a relationship that a woman could with a man behind bars......all the while years and years are going by....and us, the 6 children are growing up...we're being told 50 million diff stories about eachother and our families, not knowing what the truth was....believing stories we were told and eventually feeling like they were real.....we all had judged eachother based on what our parents were telling us....and when my sister Sarah reached out to my dad in the summer of 2004, asking him to get us in touch with our siblings....the people that have the same blood running through their veins..the people that look just like us.....finally an answer....and it was set up....we would all go to the third wife's house in Jersey, since it was the biggest place to host all 6 of us and have fun, they had a pool it was summer....u get where I'm going with this.....so we waited in anticipation....and questions ran through all of our heads....is she prettier than me? Is she skinnier than me? Is he stuck up? Are they stuck up? Do they hate me already? Does daddy favor them more than us? And as these questions were running through all our heads....the phone rang and they were outside...we jumped up and told my mom they were here....my mom was crying she was so overjoyed that this moment had finally come after years of wanting it for us......if I may side track a lil.....u see it was told to us that, the 1st wife hated my mother because she said she took my dad away from her....then my mother became sworn enemies with the 3rd wife because it was said she was with my father while my mom was still with him...and the fighting continued between all 3 babymama's and who was right and who was right wrong and who's telling the truth and who's lying will forever be a mystery and well that's their story to tell.....all I can tell is what I know and what can be proven....My mom always spoke to us about Stephanie and Krystal and she showed us pictures of them all the time.....they lived in
washington heights and so did my uncle so every time my mom found herself in washington heights she'd always drive down 177th and st nicholas to building 580 and see if she could some how recognize Stephanie or Krystal....and we were there with her looking for faces similar to ours...we couldn't believe that just blocks away our siblings had been living there...we never spotted them.....and so back on track on here...my sisters were told that we were pretty stuck up little rich catholic school girls HA! I wish right? Well my father created this problem always talking to us about one another never paying attention to the kid right infront of him....but that man has a blog coming just for him soon anyway.....so we're getting ready to walk out of the door my mom is releasing us to a woman she could not stand at the time....but she did it cuz she knew it would make her kids happy....and with her blessing we were out the door and there they were all of them standing outside of the car....it was a small car so I remember thinkin how the hell r we going to fit in there? Lol to all of our surprise we were all on the bigger side...my little brother Jon-Paul was the skinny one....we all hugged and kissed and squeezed ourselves into the car....it was so funny our little brother layed across the back seat ontop of us! It was a nice short 25 min ride to jersey and we pulled up to the house and we got out and ran to see the house.....on the inside me and sarah we were dying..here we were all of our lives sharing a room with our little brother or half of a living room in my grandparents house...and we came to a house with 3 bedrooms a livingroom a dining room a family room a basement with laundry..and a backyard with a pool....they had 2 dogs we loved dogs!! It was all bittersweet to us because in our hearts we were a lil envious....my mom was busting her ass to keep a 2 bedroom apartment over our head....meanwhile across the bridge in Jersey my siblings had it all....And then finding out that it was my father's money that helped her get the house yea well that def didn't help! The man hadn't done a damn thing for us or my mother.......but that's ok because now my mother on her own has a 5 bedroom, 4bath, screened in backyard with an in ground pool! And Orange trees right in our backyard! Now that's a blessing and a major step up from a 2 bedroom 1 bath apt. In
the bronx. We got this without my Dad.....so anyway that night with all my siblings we were left alone because the 3rd wife had to work overnight.....so now there's no grown up interference and its just us....we can dish out everything and we started too we said how we really felt about each other all these years and what our lives have been like...we played 21 questions and got to know eachother...and then we told scary stories and all of us ended up sleeping in 1 bed it was pretty hysterical....we met our step brother Malik that nite...and Stephnie and Krystal told us about their lil brother Marcus who is around my age...and we told them about our lil angel who was the light of our world...it was sad we wanted him there and he cried when we left he wanted to be apart of that as much as we wanted him to be apart of that...but my mother was not letting that happen.....so we spent a weekend together and it was awesome we all vowed we would never lose contact again because if we did then we would have no one to blame but ourselves...and since the summer of 2004 we haven't....of course all of us don't talk as often as we'd like but we know each other's whereabouts...we know each others number or facebook...we all went and hung out a lot in jersey, I even lived there the summer of 2008, it was really awesome, but clashing of heads made me move back to my moms and I missed her neway.......so in the end Krystal and I became the closes...we hung out All the time! And we spoke everyday! I couldn't believe how much her and I were alike...we were inseparable even when we would fight it never lasted long....I've known Krystal for 7 years now and yet I feel like I've known her a lifetime.....Stephanie was the 1st and only sister to have a baby so far....our nephew, who is adorable and we love him......her and I are not close close but we r def closer than I am with Jonnie and Jon-paul, the younger ones...I guess its because it was just too late in life when we met....but I love them none the less and wish nothing but the best for them.....unfortunately we will never be able to get all of that time back....we will never be able to take the stories our parents told us about 1 another and about our parents out of our head.....one thing is certain tho....14 years of my life will never go by again without me knowing about 1 of my siblings.....because now that I know them and I grew to love them I could never have that missing from my life again.......because they are blood and in spanish we have a saying "El Sangre Se Conose" and it means blood knows blood......I know my blood now and I will never not know them ever again...........
