Once When I Was Little

The piece of crap that donated ***** to create me had two daughters from a previous marriage. I met them once when I was very young. I don't remember much about them.
The oldest called me once when I was a teenager. She wanted me to get back in contact with the ***** donor. Between what she said and what my mother told me about what she had been like I realized that she was weak and always had been. She not only refused to see what kind a sick SOB that he was but she still just wanted to please him. I have had nothing to do with her since.
The youngest I can't remember at all. My mother said that I had only met her for a few minutes when I was about 6. I have had no contact with her since. I have heard that she is strung out on drugs and works as a ********. That was what the oldest daughter told me when we talked, so I'm not sure how accurate that is. If it is, I sincerely hope that she has gotten the help that she needs.
I have wondered what was going on in their life from time to time.
lyricaldemise lyricaldemise
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Nov 27, 2012