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 …
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…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.