My brother and sisters

My sisters are all oh so very different. Sometimes I wonder...then other times we can all be the same. That rarely happens though. My oldest sister is ten years older than I. We have different mothers, but my mom helped raise her. The oldest was my brother Gordo. He was killed when I was 13. I was suppose to reunite with him the year he passed away in. Then comes my sister Ketsy who is 3 years older then I. After her, I am next. After me, Isabel is 3 years younger than I. My mother is a foster parent, and we have adopted my other sisters and my younger brother.

Marisol is 21. She is usually cranky in the morning. Lulu is 10, and she is the shortest person I know. Anthony is the only boy in the family, poor kid has to deal with us all day, he is 7. Christina is 3. She is a spoiled brat, but she's cool. I wonder how my mom does it. All these children drive me crazy, but she handles them somehow. I do love coming home and having them welcome me with hugs and kisses. After 10 minutes it gets old and I lock myself in the room for quiet time. lol