Michelle and I never really got along. She was always flaunting the fact that I was adopted before I even knew I was. Of course I had always just assumed that she was just being a mean older sister. Michelle is 5 years older than I. I do recall times of great joy, love and even saftey with Michelle. I also recall an immense hatred she had for me. I know why she hated me. It's because she hated my mom, therefor I was "Karen Jr." in her eyes. Sean, our baby brother was however adored by Michelle. The baby boy, her baby brother by blood.

To her I was an intruder at first, then eventually a sister, but always a reflection of my mother. We get along ok now, but haven't really spoken in years. I take that back. She and I have been speaking a bit this past year. Sh'es got a baby coming, and i think that she has also become a bit more spiritual. She'll be OK, i'm sure.