To me family is the one’s whose there for you through the hard times as well as the good times. Sometimes there your own flesh and blood and sometimes there the people’s who you meet along the way as you take your journey to discover who you are.
“The family. We were a strange little band of characters trudging through life sharing diseases and toothpaste, coveting one another’s desserts, hiding shampoo, borrowing money, locking each other out of our rooms, inflicting pain and kissing to heal it in the same instant, loving, laughing, defending, and trying to figure out the common thread that bound us all together. ~Erma Bombeck”
I ask this question to tell you a story. But before I began I would like for you to think before you respond. So here is my story. My parents were recently in a car accident and the car got total. They couldn’t get out the car, had to wait to emergency personals came to help them out. So he decided to call his older sister to see if she could come and get them and bring them home. His sister told him she was busy and on top of everything she didn’t even tell her husband about the ordeal. I don’t what would possess him to call her in the first place. She act like she can’t help anyone or too good to help anyone. So I had a talk with my cousin, my dad sister older child. First she was like or they okay, and were wondering if her mom knew about it. I told her yes, she knew and she wouldn’t go pick them up and bring them home. She was like why, what? I was like I don’t know that was a lie, because I knew. And she was like I know how my mom can be, because I know they done had plenty problems before. Then five minutes everything changes she hit me back up. Trying to make me feel bad for whatever, hell it didn’t change my mind.
Since I have sickle cell and I had crisis awhile back and had call her sister who don’t mind helping me out if she can. I needed a ride to hospitals. She was like I have doctor appointment and I can come and pick you up before I go to it, because she was at work at that moment. She was like let me call my mom if you can’t wait. She was worry that it could be serious, since me being close to death in the past before. Let me tell you nope she wouldn’t come and get me. I don’t even know why my cousin even bothers to call her mom and ask. I figure she thought she would say yes or something. I held out to my cousin came and got me. Since the accident we have being struggling, and I came to the point I wanted to give up on my dreams and focus on something that could help my parents out.
To be honest, it pisses me off that you can’t afford to count on family now and days. I can’t be to mad at my cousin because she don’t know the whole story. Having to bite your tongue says a lot for me, since I’m the type of person who just says whatever. I believe I should say how I feel to the person that really started all these. I feel bad because my uncle is put in the middle because his helping us out. Am I wrong to be mad when someone is willing to help or should I still feel the same because his my uncle by marriage? It amaze me to see who is willing to help you out when you at your lowest. So to the question, what would you do, if this same ordeal happens to you. Would you want family to help you? Or someone that’s not your relative to help you out.
Poets Afterthought 