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hero_farmboyI am an only child.
My parents couldn't have children of their own, so they adopted me. I'm sure they would have liked to have adopted ten more, but that just wasn't feasible. I'm grateful every day that I was the lucky one they decided to take in and love as if I was their flesh and blood, even if they are a bit overprotective. I can't say I blame them for taking every precaution to guard against losing the one thing they'd wanted more than anything else.
I almost did have a sibling, once. When I was fifteen, my mom got pregnant. The doctors bantered around the word “miracle” a lot, but the human body can just surprise you sometimes. I remember being jealous briefly, but I was old enough to know that nothing was ever going to change how much my parents loved me. Mostly, though, I was excited. I was really looking forward to being a big brother. But that didn't happen.
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They'd be six now. Starting school, following me around trying to help with chores, gearing up for the Smallville Harvest Festival frog jumping contest. I don't understand how my parents were able to forgive me. I don't think I ever will.
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Biologically speaking, I'm also an only child. I've been fortunate enough to have learned some information about my birth parents. Seems they have a little in common with my adoptive ones, in that they had difficulty having children. Apparently, I was my mother's “miracle baby”. Which is and isn't nice to know all at the same time. They died not long after I was born, so they never had the chance to try for more, but I have a feeling I would have been the only one even if they had.
Even though I never grew up with one, I've recently had the opportunity to get a feel for what it would be like to have a sibling around. Technical blood relationship aside, I think I'll always consider Kara to be more like a little sister than I will a cousin. And not just because it's a way to annoy her by calling her “little”.
I am an only child. But I'm not alone.
My parents couldn't have children of their own, so they adopted me. I'm sure they would have liked to have adopted ten more, but that just wasn't feasible. I'm grateful every day that I was the lucky one they decided to take in and love as if I was their flesh and blood, even if they are a bit overprotective. I can't say I blame them for taking every precaution to guard against losing the one thing they'd wanted more than anything else.
I almost did have a sibling, once. When I was fifteen, my mom got pregnant. The doctors bantered around the word “miracle” a lot, but the human body can just surprise you sometimes. I remember being jealous briefly, but I was old enough to know that nothing was ever going to change how much my parents loved me. Mostly, though, I was excited. I was really looking forward to being a big brother. But that didn't happen.
[locked]
They'd be six now. Starting school, following me around trying to help with chores, gearing up for the Smallville Harvest Festival frog jumping contest. I don't understand how my parents were able to forgive me. I don't think I ever will.
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Biologically speaking, I'm also an only child. I've been fortunate enough to have learned some information about my birth parents. Seems they have a little in common with my adoptive ones, in that they had difficulty having children. Apparently, I was my mother's “miracle baby”. Which is and isn't nice to know all at the same time. They died not long after I was born, so they never had the chance to try for more, but I have a feeling I would have been the only one even if they had.
Even though I never grew up with one, I've recently had the opportunity to get a feel for what it would be like to have a sibling around. Technical blood relationship aside, I think I'll always consider Kara to be more like a little sister than I will a cousin. And not just because it's a way to annoy her by calling her “little”.
I am an only child. But I'm not alone.
