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...
Written by Lucilla M. Carrillo
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