I have three sisters, it used to be four, but one
is not here anymore. We were not raised together,
so we all lived different lives. we are all different in
My sister Dora lives up North. She had seven kids.
She is now a widow, but with her kids and grand
kids - she seems to have her life complete.
My sister Gloria was a secretary, dhe never once got
married. She said she didn't want to push a carriage.
she was happy the way she lived. She is not with us
Another sister lives close by. It's just about an hour's
drive. Her name is Mary. A wonderful husband she did
find. They raised a family of five, one boy and four girls.
One more sister I do have for many years we didn't
know where she was at. Estella is my sisters's name.
We searched for her, but was in vain. Until 2007, she
was found. We all got together to celebrate.
Those are my sisters and now it's my turn. What can I
tell you about by self - I am the one that wrote this
poem. I am the oldest of all the girls. I am happy that we
finally met. some families are lost forever, but I'm glad
that I found mine.....
Written by Lucilla M. Carrillo
Note: This is all true, like a lot of what I write.
We were all seperated when we were little.
We found eachother when we grew up.
Just another of many stories.