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Aaminah Adrianna Akira Gilbert is Elena's older half sister. Aaminah is down to earth and carefree. Which contrasts her younger sister Elena, who is an attention seeker and snobby. Aamin...
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2 x 16 ᴛʜᴜʀsᴅᴀʏ ᴀᴘʀɪʟ 1, 2010 9:00 ᴀᴍ
A𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐡𝐏𝐎𝐕
Today, I'm going back home to Mystic Falls. It's been nine months since I left, and I dread returning. There are so many unwanted memories here.
I didn't want to stay in California, but I didn't want to return to Mystic Falls. Whenever I try to talk myself out of going, I always think about why I wanted to go back: the people I left behind: my little brother Jeremy, my aunt Jenna, Matt, and Tyler. It felt like the right thing to do. I had to return to the remaining family I had.
That family does not include my younger sister, Elena. From a young age, I learned that family is who you make it, not sharing the same blood. That isn't the definition of family. Family, to me, is receiving unconditional love and support from those around you. Family is trust, respect, and treasuring each other.
Elena isn't part of my family. My "sister" was my bully growing up in the Gilbert household. I could never bring myself to treat her how she treated me then. As much as I wanted and tried to be accepted by her, I realized it was all in vain.
At age five, I became aware that my appearance was completely different from that of my parents, Miranda and Grayson. It was about the time I started kindergarten. I noticed that most of my classmates were different from me, and their parents were the same color. Anytime I saw my parents, the colors didn't add up.
One day, I questioned them about it. It was difficult for them to explain to me that I was adopted and that my mother was a different woman, a black woman. I didn't know the difference in race yet, so I asked about it. They tried to explain what black was as best as they could to a five-year-old, but I understood completely.
I found out that day that I wasn't the only one adopted; Elena was too. Elena and I had the same father but different mothers. My birth parents are John Gilbert, the brother of my adoptive Dad and who I thought was my uncle. My mother was a beautiful black woman named Amethyst Williams-Gilbert. They explained to me that my father was unfaithful to my mother while she was pregnant with me. Elena was the result of the affair. They explained to me that my mother was sick and passed away when I was 2.
