Few Things About My Family

It is still difficult for me to accept the fact that I have moved out of the city I lived in for 18 years, and I now have to build a completely new life in a strange city I barely know about. I feel like my whole life is ruined, and that everything in my life is going to change. But because I don’t want to end up like mom, I try to reflect about my life a little, in search of some hope, or trying to find some promising ideas in the future. So far, I’m not looking forward to anything, I just want to go back home, to my old friends, to my old life, but I’m not even sure if that old life has ended or not - So I guess I have to find out now...

How did everything end up like this? What happened?? Why are we here?... I mean, that’s such a difficult thing to answer… Where to start, where to start?? - I ask myself, already getting a little frustrated, since it is clear that I have a lot to think about. I’m definitely not going to have a nice sleep tonight, or at least not until I clear my doubts, so even though I don’t want to do this, I need to go back memory lane, and analyze my journey as a person since I was born -- which will probably take a while, and it may be unnecessary, but this is what I need.

Of course! I should start at my birth… wait, no… I don’t even remember how it was when I was born, and I honestly don’t want to imagine coming out of mom’s vagina... That’s it! My mom’s vagina! - I exclaim in my head, before I realize I somehow managed to confuse myself, and I’m not supposed to talk about my birth, or at least not me, but the woman that gave birth to me - Wait, n-not my mom’s vagina… My mom!!

So who was my mom?? - I ask myself, as I just realize that I actually don’t know much about mom, or at least not her past. We have talked quite a bit about her previous life, but never told me exactly how she met dad, or how they had me -- although it would probably be best to not tell me how they conceived. So as I only now that she is working as a doctor, and a very talented one at that, I start to remember a bit more about my own mother, about her past, before she had me -- but it does require me to go through all of my earliest memories, and it’s a bit hard to remember honestly.

Alright, so when did mom have me?... Oh, yea, she actually was a highschooler when she had me… Wait, why did she have me at highschool??... Oh, I remember… Dad!! - I remember, but I quickly turn my focus on my father, as I figure out that him and mom had me when they were still in highschool, which sounds risky, but I’m not too surprised to be honest. I still have to remember everything else, and I think mom and dad had a complicated past, so I might have a lot to dig through in my mind -- although things do get a bit easier to remember when I add dad into the equation.

Right, so the story goes… My dad was the coolest in his school… He was the most popular, had a bunch of friends, great grades, and rumors said that he lost his virginity at twelve… - I recall, and I actually think that sounds pretty cool, but I think he got a teacher pregnant with his child and that granted him the title of "Tony, The Legend" - Because Tony is for Anthony, and The Legend is because apparently fucking your teacher at age 14 is the best thing in the world… Of course it is, what am I even thinking?

So apparently, my father got a teacher pregnant, and that child turned out to be my sister, who was given to my dad to take care of -- in reality my grandpa and grandma took care of her at first, because he was only 14. But as crazy as that sounds, I have accepted the fact that my sister is the product of an illegal teacher-student relationship, and I’m fine with it, even when it still shocks me - I mean, wow, that sounds like a dream come true… I guess she is still my sister, but when do I come in?... let me see...

Well, quickly after that incident, Anthony Price, my father, became good friends with a beautiful girl, and they fell in love pretty much instantly. That girl was of course my mother, and dad always told me about how they started dating, and their early highschool experiences, but I don’t recall everything - Damn, I can’t remember her last name… but I could never forget her first… Emily.

Emily was apparently the cutest girl in the school, and I don’t doubt it, but that’s why she gained the attention of my dad, and after some romantic interactions between them, I was born - Wait… Oh no… I don’t even want to imagine the interactions my parents had… I mean, they were sixteen at the time… they were probably too horny and they didn’t use protection and… Yea, I get the idea...

I’m still surprised that they didn’t get in so much trouble for having me, until I remember they did, they got in so much trouble. Tony’s parents were okay with him having a child with a teacher twice his age, but when he got a girl his age pregnant, they punished him every single day. They made him work 24/7, for like an entire year, just so he could save money for the future, and be able to provide for his two children -- which I think it’s how he became such a hard worker.

Of course, while he was working and studying, mom made sure to stay by his side, and not only gave him company, but they continued being in love for years. So after highschool ended, she stayed with dad, and actually moved in with him, so she could take care of me, and even my sister, who wasn’t even hers, but she was still nice enough to raise as her own daughter - That sounds like something only mom would do, but I’m sure it must have been tough…

I really don’t know how they managed to raise us both, since mom had to study in college, while being a mother of two, and dad was also very busy making money - I guess money just grew on trees back then. But I think my father got his own business at a really young age, he was able to make his own electronics company at the young age of 24, and he was still a caring father, and built a pretty decent family - Apart from my sister, we were all very happy, and I think it was all thanks to his hard work, and mom’s sweet parenting…

Man, my father was the best… I wish he would still be here… but hold up… Everyone knows my father and mother were the best couple, they loved each other so much, he never cheated on her, and she was an incredible mother and woman, but what about my sister?... What about me?? - I start to tear up, as I fondly remember my father, before realizing that his life with mom isn’t really the biggest influence in my life. Sure, they did raise me up, and they taught me everything I know, I would probably be another person without them, or pretty much wouldn’t exist. But when considering who is the person that has changed me the most, I have to admit that no one has been as influential as my sister - Oh, but what can I say about my sister? I guess there are a lot of things…