Isabella

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For those of you who read this story before when it was called Isaac and Isabella, this time around I have changed a few things in it. I am dedicating it to my cousin Lee Anna, as she is the reason I am putting it back up here.

Helen

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My name is Isabella. This is the story of how my mother and father decided it was a good thing to put me in an arranged marriage, however, the kicker is I was already married before I found out that they decided on this. However, before I get to thearranged marriage and my marriage let me tell you about what happened leading up to my marriage.

Where should I start is the question, let me rewind the story about 25 years ago, I won’t go into the big details but here is where story starts are:

            25 years ago, Kerri meet Jordan They were both in the senior year of high school and fell in love. The day after they both graduated they got engaged. Jordan was the son of Ray Brady and his mother was Caroline Brady they owned several hotels around the world. Now, Kerri was the daughter of known Doctor’s Michael and Meredith Sidmore. Both sets of parents decided to pay for the wedding, but both kids had to go to college before they had kids and start on their careers. Both of my parents agreed to this. So August 21 1981, my parents got married.

            Jordan decided to get a degree in business management, and work with his dad in the hotel business. It took four years to get his Bachelor’s degree, and then he went to work at the California Chain hotel, for his dad.  Kerri, she decided to an office assistant for Jordan so she spent four years doing that. After she got out of school she worked with her dad at his office as an assistant during the summer’s then after she got her degree started working with Jordan.

Both of my parents loved each other so much. After Jordan got through with school they decided to wait until they were established before they had kids. So nine years after they were married, they found out that they were pregnant. It was the end of May 1989 when they found out that they were expecting. Kerri was about four weeks along when she found out. Both Jordan and Kerri were ecstatic.

After finding out they were going to have a baby, Jordan decided that he didn’t want Kerri working. They both had enough money, as they each had a trust found, as well as the money they had from working. They had a nice home and enough money to take care of them, and Jordan would be working, anyway. During Kerri’s sixth month of pregnancy, they found out she was expecting twins. They decided to wait until the birth to find out the sex of the babies. They were both happy, and they knew that the twins would be all they had, as they both wanted two kids anyway.

February 10 1990, Kerri went into labor.  After walking around six stores for four hours, she was finally dilated to a ten, and went to the hospital.  Isaac was born at five o’clock that night. He weighed in at seven pounds six ounces, and he was perfect. Now for me, my grand entrance to the world was at Five after Five, not even two minutes after my brother was born. I came in at seven pounds five ounces. We were both identical except for the fact that I was a girl and he was a boy. That is the only way they could tell us apart.  It would take them a few months to tell us apart, and then it would only be by our hair until we got older.

Raising two babies was hard at first, but then my mom got my brother and I got onto a schedule which helped out a lot.  The first few years flew by. When you hear people say “When you have kids time fly’s by”, well that is what happened to my parents. Of course after the first month of us being home dad had to go back to work, as the hotel wouldn’t run itself.

The first few years of our life we were always together, mom and dad loved us equally. And it was hard to separate us. We both started walking at the same time, our first words were dada and mama, and we said them at the same time.  By age three were both potty trained, and doing things on our own. However, our parents learnt that we never wanted to leave each other’s side.  We depended on each other.

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