Family Secrets

Kelly’s story

 My name is Kelly and this is my family secret .I grew up in a very small town in West Virginia. Everyone knew each other, worked together, helped each other,  and even partied together. I was the black sheep of my family not because I felt left out, but I was the only one that didn’t know my biological father.

So I guess I was the bastard child in my family. My mother had me late in life about the age of 45. My brother was 24 at the time of my birth and was a great big brother. My sister on the other hand didn’t get along with me very much, I think that it was because I was now the baby of the family. She would tell me that she had a secret that no one knew that she had this secret. I never really paid any attention to her.

When I turned 16 my brother threw me the best party ever. My sister on the other hand hated me and my brother that day. On the weekends my brother would take me out to the parks, fishing we did a lot of cool stuff together. My mom and brother worked together at a tobacco plant, and lived right next door to each other in a nice trailer park. We were a happy family most of the time.

When my brother would have a date my mother never wanted to meet the girls, she would say whats the point,  next week you will be with someone else anyway. She would say that men have to sow their royal oats. One day while riding my bike a drunk driver came up on the sidewalk and hit me. I was rushed to the hospital in critical condition. I had lost so much blood they said that I need a transfusion. The only thing was that my blood type was so rare that it could not be found.

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The doctor asked my family if they each knew their blood type, but no one knew. My mom, sister and brother all were checked for my rare blood type. At the time my mom seemed very nervous about the whole situation. When the blood worked came back my brother was an exact match.

The doctor said it’s a miracle, because we had different fathers and the only one that could be a match was my mom. After I got out of the hospital my mom and brother, and even my sister sat down and told me the truth that my brother was not my brother but in fact he was my father. What had happened my real mom had died given birth to me and my grandmother raised me as her own. It all started to make sense. Finding out was the best thing that could have happened.