First born – a half sister – My mom got pregnant at 16, they shipped her off and when she came back she had a new sister. Say what? Yeah… it was 1953 and that was a disgrace and a sin. I didn’t find out until I was in my late 20’s early 30’s. She’ll always be my Aunt.
Second born – a brother – He is 15 years older than I am and has a different birth father. My dad adopted him. He’ll always be my brother but we don’t talk often.
Third born – a brother – He is 14 years older than I am and has a different birth father. My dad adopted him. He is a murderer and has been in prison for most of my life.
Fourth born – a sister – She is 3 years older, we are full blood related. We grew up together. We’ve had our ups and downs. We are close now, to an extent. She was my protector from the world growing up. She was smart, I was daring, she was good, I was trouble. She succeeded, I existed.
Fifth born – me. The baby, the favorite, daddy’s girl and mom’s shadow.