The Other Half of Me
Being young and trying to figure out who I am or who I should be was extremely hard. Especially not knowing the other side. How they truly were, the way they talked, the things they did, the foods they ate, habits and pet peeves, just what it was like being them on a daily basis. I didn’t have that growing up, so I really had no clue what the other half of me should be like. Once I found out about the donor, it was like half of me literally disappeared. Because nothing about that half of me was real, it was learned by living with mom, step dad and two step sibs. I just adjusted to their ways and became accustomed to the life I was somewhat a part of. Never really feeling like one of them.