So as a young teenager, I was told about a secret sister that I unknowingly had and had pointed out to me. She was a small child in elementary school. Not of age for a 15 year old me to be like “Hey surprise! We’re sisters”. So quietly I watched her walk on by, stayed put and kept quiet. If you know my mouth, keeping quiet when I don’t want to is a task in itself, trust me. I kept quiet for almost 19 years in hopes somebody would eventually tell her. Unfortunately that seemed like it was never going to happen.

Almost 19 years of wondering. I wondered what she would’ve been like. I wondered if she was good during holidays and birthdays. I wondered what her personality was like. I wondered A LOT on top of a ton of curiosity. Some days it was hard, but mostly it was just me wondering.All I knew of this mystery child was her first name,Deven.

So when I was pregnant with my son almost 4 years ago I was in Sears buying pregnant girl undies, you know, the great big huge ones that can fit your rounded tummy in and basically be used as a flag in emergency situations if need be or shelter a small family if stranded on an island Huge. The cashier who served me looked so much like my Aunt Tina and My cousin Shanice I was like in awe. The resemblances were crazy. I looked down to find a name tag and low and behold guess what her name was, Deven.

So my wondering only increased after that. Was she the girl? She had to be. It was like looking at my cousin but it was not my cousin. I knew after seeing her adult face that she was my sister. Now to plan out if Im going to speak up or stay hoping her momma will. What if I was wrong. At this point it was just a want of confirmation not a need, like I said the resemblances were crazy.

I haven’t seen her since until friend suggestions popped her up in my newsfeed

I made a “What would you do” post online on Facebook basically asking what people in similar situations would do or would have done. The stories started being posted on my post as well as in my direct messages. I got some pretty great friends. However not all stories were happy and good. There was a lot of heart break and sadness that some of my friends experienced and I wanted the good, the bad and the ugly. All of it.I really also thought about her parents and their reactions. I thoroughly thought about it completely before deciding what I was about to do.I was in no means trying to be selfish. In fact I almost backed out completely because I honestly felt like she should have that conversation with her parents. I did keep quiet though her whole childhood in hopes it would happen, but it didn’t.

There is no hostility towards her mother for keeping quiet. I get it. My dad is something else to say the least so there’s no anger over that by any means. Ive hid the fact he was my father most of my life so I honestly couldn’t be mad about that. Years are going by and have gone by. After thinking about it for a long time and hearing the good and bad that could come along with telling somebody such news, I made my decision. I’m going to tell this girl. This was by no means for selfish reasons.

I got it confirmed from a member in her family first to be sure, you know, in case she wasn’t and I just drop this crazy, false information into her inbox. So I got the confirmation. One of my Aunt’s wanting me to speak up the other not so much. I typed her out a message and it was so poorly written and I kept apologizing through it but I did send it. She responded with “I don’t understand”, completely understandable. So I told her again. She doesn’t respond for a little bit and I figured she was either calling her parents to confirm what I just sent to her, she was in complete shock or a combination of both. She was on the phone with her momma. Her mom, God love her, confirmed what I was saying. I was really nervous and scared about that because if she denied it the poor girl would’ve thought I was a loon.

Then came a lot of questions and back and forth conversations and picture exchanging. I took some of my family’s photos and sent them to her, I don’t know if they care of not but if so, that’s a bitch out I am fully willing to take. Just as well I am going to post them in this post.

She was not bitter or mean at all. She’s pretty funny as well as nice. We have similar health issues. Have basically been around the same people growing up. Just a really decent individual so clearly she was raised right. I appreciate her dad for loving her as his own. Im am overly happy that she grew up happy and had a good life. There’s a bit of sadness for the lost years but that probably wont ever go away. I have years ahead that are waiting for memories to be made.

So like 90% of these pictures I sort of just helped myself to but I really needed to show off resemblances so you’ll understand when I said “The cashier who served me looked so much like my Aunt Tina and My cousin Shanice I was like in awe“