I was in my mid 50's, seldom admit that, when I met other brothers and sisters for first time. felt a bit like a fish in a bowl, but before we went down I insisted on an understanding. I could acept that their mum was also my birth mother, but they had to be be willing to acept my mum and dad were here. Which we all did with due respect and understanding. But I would rub something off my hands as always done, look up and find all eyes on me. Now what? Thats the same way mum did, and none of us do it. Your the only one with long hair like her and wear it the same way up on head, which fasinated them. Was caught after washing and letting it dry in sun one morning as waist length, and winding it round, felt myself being watched, so turned, same hand movement as mum. Some movements and expressions and ways I said words all my life, same as mum. Yet I never met her.Guess thats when it started to really hit home, that someone else had given birth to me. Had never given much thought to any of it before like that. Now I wonder what we get from both sides that we dont even know.Saw pictures, and had to agre, I am the one most like her in looks of all. Birth father had passed away long ago. No pictures around. So with all of this going on that we are totally unaware of, its no wonder we have that dont fit in feeling at times, no matter how much you are loved.
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