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Brothers and sisters - can't live with 'em, can't stove 'em to death with the coal scuttle and bury 'em behind the local industrial estate. Tell us about yours.

Thanks to suboftheday for the suggestion -we're keeping the question open for another week for the New Year

(, Thu 25 Dec 2008, 17:20)
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Lisa and Dottie
I’ve got a sister. She’s remarkable in the number of surgeries she’s had, organs she’s missing and various diseases she’s suffered. Only now, she’s your normal 32 year old mum. No fun there.

The tale I wish to tell is about my friend Lisa.

I set the scene: we’re 10 year olds in my backwards cowfucking hometown. We were the social misfits – I was a geek because my dad was my English teacher, Lisa wet the bed on a school camping trip. Our lunch hours were spent hanging out on the monkey bars, repelling all other students with our sheer hideousness.

Then one day a new girl started at the school. Lisa and I traversed the playground to take up residence on our monkey bars, only to find the new girl – Dottie – had beaten us to it. As beggars certainly couldn’t be choosers, we became firm and fast friends with Dottie. Our ‘gang’ expanded to three, and we spent most all of our spare time together. They were my very best friends.

Time came for a familial introduction, and Lisa invited our families to her house. The room went quiet, the tension was palpable. I assumed they all hated one another.

Weeks passed, then Lisa’s family sat her down for a talk. Lisa, they said, you’re adopted. When we lived in Florida, we found a teenage mother – your mother – and adopted you from her. Dottie’s mom is your mom. Dottie is your sister.

Dottie’s parents had, by extraordinary chance, moved thousands of miles to a no-mark town in the middle of the Michigan woods. Lisa and I had, by chance, become great friends with Dottie. Lisa had, by chance, invited Dottie’s parents to meet hers. Lisa and Dottie were sisters.

What a way to find out you’re adopted, by befriending your biological sister.

Lisa, sadly, died last year from cervical cancer. This is for you, Lis…
(, Fri 2 Jan 2009, 10:16, 6 replies)
So... what happened?
(, Fri 2 Jan 2009, 11:06, closed)
We all remained friends.

I wasn't able to make it back to The States for Lisa's funeral, but Dottie (and her parents) were there.
(, Fri 2 Jan 2009, 11:44, closed)
Nice post
Not overly sentimental, well written and concise.

(, Fri 2 Jan 2009, 12:59, closed)
What a great story.
You couldn't make a story like that up.

I don't care what /talk say.
(, Fri 2 Jan 2009, 14:02, closed)
Eh, I was just going to write about how my sister always beat the hell out of me...
But thank you.

Extraordinary != unbelievable.
(, Fri 2 Jan 2009, 14:06, closed)
Amazing coincidence
The universe is simply ridiculous sometimes. Pretty much what PJM said up there ^, so have a click from me...
(, Wed 7 Jan 2009, 8:28, closed)

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