in search of a family
...to me. I never knew her family and it seemed as though my father did not want me to either. What was strange though was that he did not even have one picture of her in the house. He said it hurt him too much. I therefore took it upon myself to find them because I hoped that it would give me some insight on whom my mother really was, in turn I would gain understanding of who I am and it would fill that gap in my life that I have been longing for. Lester Joseph was a young aspiring meteorologist. He was a person of very striking aspect, with a dark brown, lofty, and impending brow, large, brown, melancholy eyes, and a mouth which, when pressed together, expressed both nervous sensibility and truth. His voice was tremulously sweet, rich, deep and broken and seemed to vibrate in all hearts, especially mine. His tall, athletic physique made him stand out and his hair was cut very short and always neatly marked. He was a neat freak and couldn’t bear to see his shoes dirty or his clothes out of place. Lester had two half-brothers and a half-sister, all younger than he was. His father, his mother’s first husband, fled she said, with the knowledge of her being pregnant with him. Lester resented his father for that but still felt the need for him in his life. His mother later ran off with another man leaving him and his step father to support his brothers and sister. They never spoke after that. Lester and I had planned to get married on the six month anniversary of our meeting. It wasn’t going to be a big wedding but actually very small. It would include my father and some friends and Lester’s brothers and sister and his step father. I also wanted him to invite his mother who he hadn’t spoken to in six years. He wasn’t at the time searching for his father and was not at all interested in seeing his mother again. I was still in search of my mother’s family but was willing to embrace his mother as my own. It would be like the mother I never had, but unfortunately, Lester didn’t see the need to invite her, to him, he already had his family there with him and I respected that. On the day of the wedding, we were all excited. The day seemed like the most beautiful day of the year because we were finally getting married. As I walked down the aisle, I imagined our future together. The number of children we would have and how beautiful they would be. I couldn’t even wait for our honeymoon. As I reached the groom I snapped out of my daydream and my father gave me up. He then took a seat. The wedding proceeded and it continued to be the best day of my life. Unexpectedly, in the middle of the ‘I do’s’, a drunk pregnant woman, dressed in a dark purple silk dress that was definitely not complimenting her complexion nor her condition, burst into the small chapel and started w...