Chapter 3

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Chapter 3 - Siblings

“There is something you two should know before we get to the house.” My new father said to us.

“And what’s that, dad?” I ask.

I see him beam in the front.

“We have kids of our own, eleven actually, but we have always wanted a girl and we only got one and she is a year or two older than you Ari. We wanted a sister for her but all we got before and after her was boys and now your mother can’t have anymore children so we decided to adopt another girl.” He continues.

“And now she will have the younger sister, like she has always wanted plus another one.” Mom added.

Eleven children at home. One girl, ten boys.

Shit.

“So, how old are our siblings?” Sarah dared to ask the question on my mind.

“Well, we shall start with our only girl.

        Mary-Anne is 17 years old.

From oldest to youngest:

        Richard is 25 and is a lawyer.

        Michael is 21 and is at uni.

        Jack is 18 years old an is a senior, just about to graduate.

      The twins, Matthew and Luke, are 16 like you Ari.

        Shane is 15 years old

        Crag is 10 years old

        Daniel is 6 years old

        Sebastian is 4 years old like you Sarah.

        Jonathan is 2 years old and he is the youngest.

So there, that’s all your siblings. We now have 13 children because we adopted you two.” Mom concluded.

“Wow, so many boys!!” Sarah comments.

I am just in shock, so I just nod at what Sarah says because I am speechless myself. That is not something that happens easily.

Not since…

Oh well, not time to dwell on the past.

“Wait a minute. Do some of the older boys go to Riverlea high?” I ask mum and dad.

Gosh, it feels weird saying that.

“Why, yes they do.”

No wonder there names sounded familiar. I though I had heard the last name Winters around school.

But its not till we get to the house and I see them that it really clicks who they are.

When we pull up to the house, it is not what I was expecting.

We were now in the countryside of town but we were still not too far away from school so we could easily bike, drive or walk to school if we really wanted to.

Lots of land and a beautiful Edwardian sort of mansion was right bam smack in the middle of all this land. Standing tall in all its glory.

Sarah’s breath catches in her throat and my goes all airy as I breathe out a sigh in contentment.

“This place is beautiful!” I remark as we pull to a stop at the end of the long driveway.

“Thank you. I am glad you think so because this is your new home.” Mum says.

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