Have I ever mentioned that I am an only child? Well I was up until two and a half years ago when I met the man that is now my lovely husband. We got married pretty much one year after getting together and with it I got a brother-in-law and two sisters-in-law.
That was more than I bargained for and I am really happy to count them as immediate family now. But then something even better happened. I adopted a brother. One day one of my husbands old colleague buddies came to visit and it was "family at the first sight". He was like the brother I always wanted. Whenever I met someone from my husbands extended circle of friends I was very careful, shy even, holding back in getting to know them (that is a general issue).
Oddly nothing like that ever happened with him. He came, we got on well and when he's around it feels like he is family. Maybe-only maybe I am a bit biased. After all Sergej gave me Lilly. Any person that will give me a cat and says I can keep it gets to be in my 'good book'. But I would have liked Sergej even if he hadn't given me a cat. Whenever he comes to visit we have a shitload of fun and everyone is really relaxed. He also sends me awesome spanish ham and care packages. Where else do you get a Nintendo gameboy original from the late 80's or early 90's that I have been looking for for a long time. So what if he already has a real sister? I am happy to have a brother and he's coming to visit.
Last year I happened to also get a sister. A twin sister no less. It is like we were separated at birth. She writes what I am thinking and vice versa. That is why I call her my 'evil' twin though she is not evil at all. I am talking about Melisa who I must admit is totally awesome.
So in the end all these years of begging my parents for a brother or a sister were a waste of time because later in life I got to chose some really cool people to be some kind of substitute siblings :).