November 7, 2002
It’s 11:30pm and I just got off the phone with my sister Jordana. It felt really good to talk to her. She told me how much she missed me and how she thinks of me all the time and worries about me. I told her she doesn’t need to worry about me. I’m doing good. I don’t like anyone to have to worry about me.
She talked about how we were so close when we were younger. How we were like blood sisters and how she hated the feuds we had where we went years without talking. She mentioned how grateful we have to be to have 10 brothers and sisters. We all have each other today. And I am grateful for that.
What did upset me was when she updated me on my 16 year old brother. Me and him are pretty close with each other being that I know what he goes through in his life. If only my father could really know a piece of my brother and what a good kid he is. He has such a big heart and a great sense of humor.
But he’s in some trouble in school right now. Last time I was in his house, me and my sister found weed in his room. He’s been hanging out with the wrong people in school and the school is suspicious about him getting high and wants my sister to pay for a drug assessment otherwise he will be expelled. When my sister confronted him, he got mad and defensive.
Then he broke down and cried to my brother in-law and talked about how a black cloud follows him wherever he goes and no matter how much he tries to be good, bad follows and why does she care so much about him when nobody does and he’s not worth it.
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