(little do they know bwaahaahaaa).Margaret is 6 years younger than me, and Steven is 12 years younger. Their father is not my birth father. Margaret and I look a lot...A LOT alike, the same hair cut and eyes and nose. Steven, not so much, but James and he have the same eyes.
We had a wonderful brunch in Toronto, and being the good "big" sister that I am, I grabbed the bill
They had brought a few treasures for me. My birth mom had loved Lilies, and collected lily items. Margaret found an picture of her at age 15/16, and a picture frame she had with lilies on in, and a scarf she had knit last year, and a lovely pair of pearl and gold earrings that my birth mom, Shirley, liked to wear. I was very choked up. We sat and talked for over 2 hours, and Margaret then came up to Toronto on the following Saturday, and we spent the day wandering through shops, had lunch, and basically shared stories and information.
Seems as if they had a rough childhood. Their dad and Shirley were not (according the Steven and Margaret) the warmest of parents. I appear to have gotten the best of the bargain.
Margaret and I both drink loads of coffee, and Steven and I both hate fish. Shirley loved to read and knit and crochet, and so do I. They have no information about my birth father, but I am okay with that. Just the fact that Shirley made sure to tell Margaret about me before she died, shows that I was always in her thoughts, even after 56 years.
Margaret said "she looked at me and said you have a sister, and she was born may 19, 1958. She was adopted by a couple with a young son (true, my brother is 3 years older), and her name was Wendy. I want you to find her if you can, and tell her I wanted her to have a happy life.:
I am a happy girl, even though I can't share with my parents (they are a lot freaked by the information that is out there).
