For some reason the other day I got to thinking about how different my life would be if my mom didn't have a miscarriage when I was in elementary school. I would have another younger sister, and a brother, twins, at least that's what they thought she was carrying. They would be 16 now. I vaguely remember riding in the backseat of the car when I was little and my parents were talking about names.
We would have moved, this house would have been too small. My sister Avis and I would have been pushed to independence earlier. My parents' careers may have taken completely different routes; would their relationship be different than it is? Mostly I wondered how different Avis would have been; would she have still gotten into drugs and gotten arrested? Would she be living the lifestyle she is now?
It's weird to think about these sort of things, and I probably shouldn't be.
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