Aww...The beauty of broken families/ Part 1

Looking at me in a crowd, you’d probably read quite a bit of what’s underneath. Yes, my frustration and stress are taken out with music in-general. Without music, I’d probably have more metal in my head, more tattoos, and drugs in my system. I have shoulder-length brownish/ blonde hair, blue-green eyes, and short stature. To explain me in greater detail, I will have to go into the description of my family. They are truly part of what has made me who I am today. ….
My family could be characterized like the hemispheres in the brain. The two halves are connected (relatively speaking) but it’s pretty evident there is a dividing line, or a difference between the two. The hemispheres have different functions in my life. The one side supplies me with the minimum of my essential needs (food, shelter, and occasionally: comfort.) The other provides communication, embrace, and that feeling of acceptance. To come into a state of fulfillment, the individual must use both right and left sides to make a superior action or notion. This is where my family will not finish the picture to this metaphor. For as long as I can remember, there’s always been some kind of quarreling. Which leads me to the very beginning.
On July 25 of 1990, it was a sunny day in the wonderful state of Michigan. With the humidity outside, many families taking trips to the beach to cool off and having exclusive barbecues. My mother, on the other hand, resided in a dark and hot hospital on the maternity wing. At around 6:30 p.m., I was brought into this world at the Stattonford hospital. My parents Kevin and Laura Hart coddled their new edition along with sister Shaiyla and half-sister Marybeth. By the time I was two, Mom and Dad decided they wanted to throw yet another “baby in the pile”, and named her Kaiyla. Somehow, it must have been their picket-fence dream to name their kids in rhyming sequence. Although Shaiyla, Kaiyla, and my names all have characteristics, we all have strongly unique personalities.
Shaiyla is like Mom with her German embracing build of white blonde hair that doesn’t get bleached and big hazel eyes. Her figure is one that could knock Heidi Klum out of modeling for good! Unfortunately, her personality illuminates the prestigiously dense. That’s a little mean, I’ll rephrase. she’s dumb, but has consistently proved to exhibit some forms of resourcefulness. I couldn’t find ways like she did of finding transportation from the forbidden town party on fifteen cent pocket change and never getting caught with a hickey on her neck from the after party of the latest prom.
Kaiyla looks like the prefect concoction of genes between Mom and Dad. Like Mom, she has the skinny frame that Shaiyla also inherited, the taller height, and the pale complexion. Dad’s traits are visible through the piercing blue-green eyes and personality. Kaiyla and me somewhat resemble, but not to the point of onlookers exclaiming, “ Wow! Are you guys twins?” Thankfully, Kaiyla was also skipped over with the dumb gene. She often gave me seeds of encouragement and motivation when the situations looked bleak. (And to think, this is from the sister youngest of four!)
The oldest of the us kids was the standoffish Marybeth. Being from a previous marriage, and taking all of her looks from the maternal ring, She neither reflected, nor exposed a hint of closeness with Kaiyla or me. Marybeth had soft green eyes that reflected tranquility but an air of discomfort, like she living at a distant friend’s home. She was also bombarded with these luscious blonde curls, like bed springs around her head. I remembered being four when we were all supposed to be down for a nap. We snuck into Marybeth’s bedroom, and contracted a specimen of the springs. We rushed back with a great gob, Kaiyla and me skipping with delight. It wasn’t because I was mean that I did it… I just wanted to have the same wonderful locks all to myself. Marybeth clearly found out when she woke up, missing half a side of hair. There was also a visible track staggering back to our domain. By this time, we had our Barbie dolls natural hair chopped, with a short, make shift ‘fro wig attached. Marybeth got a hairstyle just like that Barbie. We were also acknowledged with a swift whack on the rumpus each.