by Aerynne Aiudi

Created on: July 04, 2008

At age one, the sister closest in age to me put me in a dresser drawer and closed the drawer tightly. Until my birth she had been the baby girl and the thought of losing her status as such was unbearable to her and enough to throw her into a murderous 4 year old rage.
Thus was the shape of things to come in terms of my relationships with my family members.

I harbor no bitterness, no ill will. I simply write here to recount the many injustices that were leveled upon me by people whom you'd think would have known better. Case in point..

My oldest sister on my father's side and my middle sister on same side, never told me that our father had died. It has been almost two years. They found him unconscious in his home, a home he told me to never come back to because I "cramped his style." My sisters took Daddy to the hospital, a hospital I had just come out of a year earlier. He never regained consciousness and when the time came to make the decision to take him off the life support unit, that decision was made without my so much as knowing what was going on. To be honest with you, one of my friends called me the day he died and told me the news over the wires of my cellphone. This person had always been, pardon me, a little "loony" so I immediately drove over to her grandmother's home, which was on the street behind my father's home, and asked her uncle just what the dickens was going on anyway. This uncle didn't know too much more than I did, but encouraged me to call the hospitals in the area, which I did. I finally found out from the one hospital Daddy and I shared, that yes indeed he had been brought in, but that any more information would have to be given to me by my sisters due to the nature of patient confidentiality. Let me go back and say that my relationship with my sisters was never close. One of them lived in Windsor or Bloomfield, I'm not sure which city, and she never gave me her address or her phone number. As a matter of fact, in all the years I've known of her, I never really knew her persay, I have never been given nor have I ever known her address or phone numbers. She's aloof like that. Strange. Our oldest sister lives in NYC. When she comes to town it's with a lot of pomp and circumstance, fluff and fanfare: Somehow we're supposed to thank the Almighty that she deigned to come into town! Whoopee!
At present, they have officially disowned me because we've been fighting over our father's rundown house and equally rundown land. Basically, my NYC

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