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Thursday, June 17, 2004

Thursday, June 24, 2004

Mom took Michael to Garfield today, Manda was babysitting,and Daddy was at work. So I decided to go explore the attic. Now, I've been in there millions of times-me and Michael, me and Manda, we used to go up there and dress up, and play barbies up there-pretending they were 'skydiving'. At any rate, most things up there are all packed up in boxes by holiday and such. There's a whole section of the attic seperated for all my grandmother's stuff that we took out of her house, including all her scarfs, Dodger's posessions and chairs. I was lookiong around to see what was in all those boxes, and I saw a few old boxes of my dad's (and mom's, but mainly dad's). I opened them, and found old pictures, back when my dad had a life. I found a bunch of old hats I might put to use, too :). But as I was putting boxes back, I found a small, pamphlet-like book. I looked at the title, and then had to do a double take. It said, "Saying Hello to Goodbye." It was about preparing for still borns,miscarriages, or pregnancies gone wrong-that type of thing. That's not the thing you get handed at the grocery store, and if it was, wouldn't you throw it away? I was trying to convince myself otherwise, by looking at the date of when the books was created. Copyright 1981-1985. Right before my sister was born. It shook me to think that there could have been more than attempts, maybe even almost real kids born-that didn't make it. I just sat on the warm wood floor, in the middle of the boxes, in shock. I mean, could I have not existed? What if they had another kid, what if the family had been completely different? Did my parents really try and fail, a few times, or even just one? Does my sister know? Is it even true? I guess I just need spome comfort here. What am I supposed to think? I don't want to ask my parents; it seems like an invasion of their privacy to ask-like if you were snooping in your older's sister's drawer and found black underwear. You don't want to ask her why she bought it-you weren't supposed to be even in there in the first place. The attic is free territory, but still. Any thoughts? Anyone? I'm so lost on what to believe now.
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