I’ve been holding this in for a couple months, but now, it’s safe to share. And now that it’s safe to share, I find I’m having the hardest time putting this down on the page. It’s something I’ve been dying to tell everyone. Something I’ve been jumping up and down about (inside, since I can’t do that very well physically, right now, lol). But really, there are no words to describe the joy and excitement I feel over this news.
For years when people would ask how many siblings I had, I’d say, I have one sister (the one you all met earlier; she came to see if she’d be a match for me), and then I’d add, I also have a half sister who I haven’t seen since she was two. We have the same father, and to keep her safe from him, her mother “disappeared” with her from our lives.
I remember when she was born, how cute she was, and how I’d make her giggle while playing peekaboo. She was my precious baby sister, and I longed to find her, to get to know her, and to simply love her. But for complicated reasons, that wasn’t to happen . . . until now.
Recently, I was reunited with my “baby sister,” Charis Joy Jackson (family calls her “Cari,” and that’s what I’ve always called her, so if I ever slip up and call her “Cari,” you’ll know why and who I’m talking about). She is 27 years old now and works in film with YWAM. You can read all about her work here: http://www.ywamconnect.com/sites/Charisjoy. You can also read her version of this grand event. It’s amazing how much we have in common! She also loves to write and has written several screenplays that have been made into short films. She sings and we can talk without end together . . . and just like years ago, she still has a beautiful (precious) laugh.
Below is a picture of all of us sisters. Cari is in the center. That’s me on the left (with my wig rising up, lol), and Kelli on the far right.
Charis Joy has brought renewed joy in our lives.
A beautiful thing: sisters reunited.