My older sister was not only my parents first born, but also first Grand Child on both sides of the family, first niece and great niece. She was doted on by all. There are photo albums full of her as an enchanting, curly haired baby. There are none of me as a baby though, and this, my sister told me, when I was about 6, was proof that I was adopted.
I ran to ask my mother if it was true, was I adopted. Of course not she told me, “then why are there no pictures of me as a baby?” “Oh Darling” she told me “you were such a very ugly baby it seemed kinder not to”.
I skipped happily back to older sister, and joyously told her I wasn’t adopted, just ugly.
That’s good to hear Maver-rik , my Stepmother used to tell my sister and me that were were ugly unlike her beautiful niece and it stayed with both of us .
Our youngest is adopted. He was mucking about one day when I picked him up from school so I told him I had some bad news. I said, “You aren’t adopted, we really are your parents!”
, my Stepmother used to tell my sister and me that were were ugly unlike her beautiful niece and it stayed with both of us .
