The Flower Suck in the Fork in
the Road [Working
Original Short Story by:
One funny thing that happens in
life is family the ever evolving, caring, changing, and annoying
family. Change; when you become an Aunt for an Uncle you are put
in the middle of the fork in the road the in-between "secondary"
family and immediate family. That your brother and sister are
still your immediate family but you are secondary no one wants to
tell you anything like you've become a young child again.
All this belongs to the evolving
family that time always nonstop moving. It happens even if you
are not ready. Even if you become the for in the road you are
still loved and cared about and even if you don't understand
until you make your own family and as much as you loved them you
still believe you the fork. Sometimes you don't understand why
this had to happen and that maybe you should have had the family
first. So that you could understand and not feel so
These thoughts run though my mind
every day not every minute but every day once when I end up
thinking too much when I start to remember the past when it was
just us three, Mom, Jack and I. When the fork in the road was
years away and it was just us. This is the time we should cherish
and hope we make our own family first even if we are the
It was when my father decided to
leave in his 1990 gray Jeep and lave us forever to never be seen
again and I think he couldn't handle us children and my brother
14 at the time blamed himself. I woken up that night thinking my
mum must be alone so I creep out of bed and crawled into hers as
she got a surprise her two children comforting her. My mum is a
strong women and she let no man like my Father kept her down. At
least she didn't let her feelings show eve so I like those times.
The little moments we didn't need a dad I always knew that our
mother wouldn't abandon us like my father did.
That night we looked into our
mothers eyes and it was the unspoken promise that shall always be
there. She told us "you two are my little wings" I liked that her
little wings and she was the angle and Jack and I were her
wings. We are a unit and without us she couldn't fly and without
her we won't be able to soar on our own. It was also around the
same time she would be driving to the store or my aunt's house
and suddenly she say,
I or my brother or sometimes both
"I love you"
Jack would say "Oh mom or we would reply
"love you to mom"
But those times faded and different times
arrived and now I'm planted like a flower in the middle of the
fork in the road. Not that I minded… maybe. Do not get me
wrong I still love my niece and nephew they are my world. I am
stuck in that fork I want children I want to know what life will
bring me a husband. I wanted to thrust my own brother into the
fork in the road. Along with his wife and family to belong and
apart at the same time to know where you sand and be lost.
I once got angry at Jack it was when he
moved out for a few years and got married and my nice was born
and they were over for a visit and he forgot where to kept our
spoon, and cut like he never lived her before like the house he
grew up in was no longer his home that has long forgotten and his
house was his home that he never lived her at all. I will not
forgive him as ridiculous as it may seem. I vowed to myself that
the home I grew up in will always be my home even if I have one
of my own I'll always remember where things go always. I
think I would have been angrier if he forgotten our mother. Jack
is a man and maybe they forget those types of things?
When my nephew was born I got further in the
in-between. It's just something that happens and it can't be
helped it part of life. That I will never understand. I may like
being an aunt but I never saw the fork in the road.