Then Aunt Sarah told her she was sorry she had not let mom tell her why she had called and asked what was up. She thanked mom for listening and told her she had thought about calling her many time be just somehow couldn’t. Mom hung up and gave us a hug and told us it would be okay but she couldn’t ask Aunt Sarah for help right now.Ī couple days later Aunt Sarah called back and talked to mom again. Sarah thanked her for calling and promised she would keep in touch. This jester seemed to go a long way and bring them closer. Mom listened to Sarah for over an hour, I guess Sarah really needed to talk and my mom didn’t feel it was right to ask her for help when she was dealing with her own problems.
My mom told her how sorry she was to hear of the divorce. It turned out her sister had been divorced a couple months back. Mom started off just asking how she was and did not go into any details about our lives and the hard time we were going through. She didn’t know what she was going to say as they had not spoken to each other for more than ten years. She had got her nursing training in the army. Sarah was a nurse in a big hospital in Las Vegas. It was mid May when mom finally called her Sister Sara. The job market in Portland was really bad and lots of people were looking for work. For the next couple weeks she looked for work but was not having any luck. The only family that even talked to her was her one sister in Las Vegas and even that was just Christmas cards and maybe a birthday card. Her family had disowned her when she had gotten pregnant and she was a proud woman that didn’t want any handouts. She told us everything would be okay although I could see in her eyes she was scared. She had been working nights in a local lounge for the past several years had closed and she had been laid off.
She had gotten pregnant with us when she was only 16 and her and my dad married while they were still in high school. My mom who was a beautiful woman and very feminine in her own right (which is why I think my sister suddenly changed) was 32 years old. It was mid April when mom sat Tracy and me down to talk to us. Neither one of us had a lot of friends but even with that the closeness we shared had faded away Tracy spent her time now doing her nails and reading fashion magazines. Although we were still the same size Tracy had filled out and was a beautiful young lady. By the time we were 15 the difference between us was unmistakable. For the next year we still stayed close but not like before. She started to wear makeup and dresses and no longer wanted to do all the tom boy things we had enjoyed all these years. Tracy was my best friend but when we got to the eighth grade she suddenly almost overnight became feminine. She was always more of a tom boy and preferred to play with my friends then the other little girls in the neighborhood. Growing up my sister and I were really close. She worked two jobs most of her life to make sure we always had a roof over our heads and food to eat and most of all love. Our Dad left when we were both small leaving our Mom to take care of us. I grew up in Portland Oregon living with my mom and my twin sister Tracy. Hi my name is Kelly and I am 15 years old.
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