You may ask what is special about this photo. Well it's me, my brother Billy and
my two sisters Carol and Jane. We all look happy on here and we were. Not
only is this a photo of the first time we all went out drinking together but I have
realised that this is the only photo ever taken of all four of us together.
Billy left home to live with his wife when I was 4. I hated this because I'd always
shared a room in our 3 bedroom semi-detached with my sisters..Of course to
give them their privacy as teenagers, my parents decided I could have the small
room on my own. I still remember hearing them giggling through the wall and
shouting "you two stop havin fun without me!"
The night Carol told me she was moving out to live with her boyfriend, my plan of
action was to write a letter using the giant pencil I had bought from Blackpool. I
told her I would be good and that I didn't want her to leave. I'm not sure how
much of the scribbling she understood but she cried reading that letter.
And then there were two. My sister Jane now had the big room all to herself, so I
couldn't understand why she would want to move to Greece. At the age of 11 I
found myself home alone with my parents and by the time my brother, his wife
and my nephew emigrated to New Zealand, somewhere inside I thought it was
me....that they didn't want to be around me.
My family had built their own lives.
I look at these photos of the three of them together and the bond they share.
The memories of growing up together. I've always know I am part of all three of
them. I can see it in our eyes, smiles and characters.
My friend stole some cigarettes off her gran and we smoked them on the field
beside my house. We got caught...by the time I got home everyone knew. I had
to explain myself five times....once to each parent. They all smoked, but that was
ok they weren't 9 years old I was informed. The same five authoritive figures
also rejoiced with me at the discovery of my first underarm hair.
It wasn't until I saw this photo of the four of us that I realised that I am no longer
just a part of them. At the age of 25 I became one of them.
We have lived and continue to live chunks of our lives apart, but we are always
part of each other thanks to two very special people....My Parents.