My youngest son joins me in the family room and sprawls out on the couch to my left.Â I notice he is wearing the new clothes I purchased for him. They look nice.
â€œYou have your new pants on. They look good on you.Â Are they comfy?â€Â I ask.
â€œYeah. I like.â€
He rolls over into an awkward position with his head resting on the arm rest looking at me.
â€œYou know, Mom, I was just thinking. There are three people in our family I have never met. Two on Dads side and one hereâ€
â€œOh? â€œ I ask wondering what prompted this and where it is going.
â€œGrandpa Steve and let me guess, Aunt Stephanie?â€ I suggest.
Grandpa Steve died of brain cancer before my son was born, Aunt Stephanie died young of cystic fibrosis. Son is named after his grandfather and indirectly is aunt. Stefan, Stephanie, Stefan.
â€œWell, they may be gone but you are sort of like them.Â So they are with you.Â You are named after Grandpa Steve and even Aunt Stephanie.Â Also, Grandpa was a builder like you.Â You sort of know them.”
â€œYeah, but there is one person here in our family too I donâ€™t know.â€
â€œYour sister?â€ I ask.
â€œYup.Â Whatâ€™s her name again?â€
â€œWell, I named her Amber but her name was changed. She is now called [amended name]â€
â€œWhy?Â I like the name Amber. Â And that is weird she has the same name as my cousin and my step sister.â€œ
â€œWell, that is what happens when a child is adopted. The new parents change the name.â€
“Why do they do that? She had a name.”
I do not respond.
â€œSo she doesnâ€™t have your last name?â€
â€œNo. She was adopted so her last name and first name was changed.â€
â€œThat is weird. â€œ
I refrain from comment.
â€œWill I ever get to meet her?â€
â€œI donâ€™t know.â€
â€œThatâ€™s weird too. To have a sister and not be able to know her.â€
I refrain from comment. I simply have no words.