As a child of a broken home, I grew up to the care of my grandmother and books. This never quite bothered me as I was always a happy child. However, now grown and in the process of working on what I can now call my own family, I realize that my life was (and still is) way too far from the ordinary.
My mother is a great woman. She wants to do a lot of good but the problem is that she hasn’t quite figured out how to do so. I love her and I want her to be happy, but I don’t know if she’ll ever reach that happiness. The good thing is that she never stops looking for it. I just wish she would have been a bigger part of my life. Maybe that will change once she meets my wife. For better or for worse.
I don’t really know my dad anymore. I haven’t talked to him in ages. He’s been trying to get in touch with me but I don’t really want him to. I wouldn’t even know what to say to him. Maybe that I will be a better parent than he could ever be. Yep, that sounds about right.
My brother is a few years older than me and he has nothing going on for him. He has dropped out of several different colleges and I don’t think he knows what to do next. He’s clearly a mix of my parents. I could have been adopted- but no one will say for sure. I try to talk to him about life but he always gets offended by this. After all I am the younger sister who is a lesbian.
My grandma is my shining star. I haven’t seen her in forever but I think about her everyday. She never finished middle school and still handled my homosexuality better than anyone else did. “As long as you’re happy,” the old lady said. She too needs more happiness in her life. She’s in love with my grandpa but I don’t think he knows what love is. He certainly can’t show that he does.
There are more characters in this play but I think these will do for now.
You know those independent films that show people who are so weird and have so much going on for them that you think it can only happen in movies? I think it does happen all the time. My family is a great example. I don’t think they know what being a family means but they still cope somehow. Maybe that’s why everyone is so unhappy? Because they haven’t quite figured out that family is all what matters?
I really hope not to become anything like them. I love them all but they’re nowhere close to the person I am and want to be.
-Mrs. This One