I have always thought I was the oldest of three children. I prided myself on being the big sister and always helping to raise my younger sister and brother. In the summer time I would always fly to Denver to see my favorite Aunt. Sometimes all of us siblings would go, sometimes just me. I loved the time I spent with her and I fondly remember her being an important part of my life. She …showed first 75 words of 340 total…

…showed last 75 words of 340 total…this shocking information came out my mother told me that my Aunt was really my sister. She got pregnant with her at a young age, 17, and my grandmother adopter her and raised her as her daughter. This was also very difficult for me to deal with. What I thought was, actually wasn't. As an adult I can see how my perceptions have changed. Because of this experience it is hard for me to trust someone.