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My Life

When I was born, I had a mother. I had a father too. Early one morning - still being dark I saw my father leave. I ran after him and begged him not to go. I was only three years old. He didn't listen and left me standing there alone. My mother stayed for a while, but later she left too. To grow up without a father is sad, but to grow up without a mother can be really bad, especially when you know that the people that are raising you are not your real parents. We all grew up with different people. My sisters and I were given away. Being the oldest of the girls, I did a search to find them all. I found one sister first, then we both searched for the mother that gave us birth. We soon found her, she seemed sad. A second family she did have. I had a brother that was older then me, but now I had four more brothers. Two more sisters we would find. There was one that we could not find, until Dec. of 2007, we finally met. I am happy that we all met, at least we know where we came from. We see each other on and off. There are no regrets or grudges to hold, cause who am I to judge. I am no judge nor jury. There is a God that will judge us all and and he will give us what we deserve...
10/13/2012 Written by Lucilla M. Carrillo Comments: All this is true and part of my life. We were five sisters and five brothers. There are many stories in this world. This has been one of them

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  1. Date: 12/8/2012 10:11:00 AM
    what a wonderful story, yet sad then positive, but most of all inspiring, that being down to you, Lucy

  1. Date: 10/26/2012 8:51:00 AM
    Beautiful! Just beautiful ! There are many life stories in our world but not everyone is able to tell it so descriptive in a poem as you did it. With warmest wishes, Larisa

  1. Date: 10/23/2012 7:08:00 AM
    Gosh,if I had read this one first, I would not have guessed you had only had one sister. This is an amazingly sad story. I'm happy, though, that you guys had the desire to find each other. And I hope you grew up in a happy home nevertheless. I don't know if I could have been as close with my sisters had we not been raised together. Do you and your sisters live close to each other?

  1. Date: 10/18/2012 6:43:00 AM
    Hello, Lucilla! This is an awesome poem you've penned. A sad and happy story indeed. I can see you're a good sister with a good heart who tried to search for your brothers and sisters. I am the eldest in the family too and the only girl. My two younger brothers asked my help in their studies before that's why I can relate here. Eldest siblings take bigger responsibility. By the way, I went back your comment and I overlooked that you also work with the man in shipments. Wow! Hope you enjoy here!

  1. Date: 10/16/2012 2:15:00 PM
    Hola, Lucilla, your story, is very sad, the first four lines, hold a very sad image to them. I was raised by my adopted parents, I love the fact that I grew up in a very large family, it does has its down falls. All my biological brothers and sisters were separated except one brother. My now-parents adopted both me and my brother Oscar. We were mixed in that giant family. When I was 5, i was united with my brothers and sisters. Except one brother, whom I've never met up to this day. xoxoxox

  1. Date: 10/16/2012 2:15:00 PM
    Somehow I can relate to this story.... ,, enjoyed stopping by your poem, take care~ PD

  1. Date: 10/15/2012 9:56:00 PM
    Your wisdom shines warmly through this delicate history Lucilla - I'm sure God is proud of your strength - it is much better to focus on why people do the things they do rather than on the anger of blame - J.A.B. %

  1. Date: 10/15/2012 12:40:00 AM
    "There is a God that will judge us all and and he will give us what we deserve..." Finally you said it. Very touching write. I felt very sad. Very moving poem. God bless you Lucilla.

  1. Date: 10/14/2012 11:54:00 AM
    ‡ His Beauty, Shall Give Us His Love And Mercy. Your Precious Heart's Touching Poem Seemed To Almost Parallel A Piece Of Marilyn Monroe's Childhood And A Bit In Reunions Life, Beautiful Lucilla. Twas Devestating Amid Many Ways This Sorrow She Carried With Her Precious Beauty Through This Moment In Time. One Can Merely Imagine Suchs Own Effects Upon Your Beauty's Own Heart Perhaps ? Extremely Glad You Were Able To Reconnect With The Priceless Blood Of Your Blood Bone Of Your Bones. Love, Rachel ‡

  1. Date: 10/14/2012 10:28:00 AM
    I am sure that God will judge you kindly. I was raised by my actual parents although my father passed away few years ago. I hope you hit some postcard sites on the web. It is a really good hobby - and there are people who make a living at it - I am not a dealer but I have sold quite a few articles about it. Peace & Love Matthew Anish

  1. Date: 10/14/2012 10:03:00 AM
    Such a moving piece... sharing it , I hope it helps... You are stonger for what you have been through.... big hugs Michael

  1. Date: 10/14/2012 12:23:00 AM
    A SAD AND TOUCHING TALE LUCILLA ..ONE A CHILD SHOULD NOT ENDURE .. HAPPY U FOUND THEM SIBLINGS AND WHY THINGS HAPPEN LIKE THIS NO ONE KNOWS BUT I AGREE .. THERE IS A GOD WHO WILL JUDGE IN HIS OWN TIME .. U R STRONGER HAVING GONE THRU THIS ORDEAL .. ENJOY EACH MOMENT WITH FAMILY IN LUV .. MY MOM USED TO CROCHET AFGHANS AND GREEN WAS MY FAVORITE COLOR AS A CHILD ..

  1. Date: 10/13/2012 4:39:00 PM
    What a fate for young children - torn away from their mother and father - Brothers and sisters grow up in different homes - A sad childhood of undeserved young children. - Your poem gives me tears Lucilla. - Glad your happiness in new sibling. Thanks for your story Lucilla - very well written. - Wishing you a beautiful weekend! - oxox love Anne-Lise :)

  1. Date: 10/13/2012 4:13:00 PM
    Great story told..Sometimes people like your father and mother try to do adult living when they are not ready but don't know that they are not ready until it is too late..Of course, the children suffer for parents mistakes..Enjoyed reading your story..If for a contest, winner for sure..Thanks for stopping by..Sara