My Sister Has a Crush on My Dad



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To get your story animated, write to us: featuretruestory@gmail.com if you are an animator, designer or voice artist and you'd like to contribute, you can also write to us at this address. TRANSCRIPT: Do you know of someone who has a family that’s absolutely crazy? And I don’t mean they do crazy things, I mean they are literally crazy. Well, for a few years, that was my family. And it was crazy. Let me start off by saying that I’m my mom’s only biological child. When she had me, there were some serious complications and she had to get her uterus removed. She did want a second kid, but she wanted to focus on raising me until I was at an age that could take care of myself. Well, I’m eighteen now, and my mom did get another kid, but… that didn’t work out exactly like she planned. Since she couldn’t have kids of her own, she had the choice of having a surrogate, since she still has her eggs, or adopting. Well, she chose to foster, as a way to test whether this kid would fit into our family. The kid was fourteen. She was nice. Sweet, pretty good with adapting to changes around her. She was in foster care since she was six. Her parents had died and no one stepped up to take care of her, so. When she came home to be fostered for a few months, she took to her new surroundings well. Even though she wasn’t an ‘official’ part of the family, my parents and I didn’t treat her any less than a biological member. My mom loved taking care of another child, but she was still working then. I was focusing on school, and my dad was the one who stayed home to take care of the house, and now my foster sister. Nothing major or bad happened. My dad was patient and kind to her, and understood her when she talked about her time in foster care. We only were fostering her for four months, but in those four months, strange things happened. When we were two months into it, we expected the foster kid, whose name was Mia, to want to spend time with all of us, equally… but that’s not what she did. She had a fascination with my father. Of course, it could’ve been because he spent the most time with her, since both of them were home all day… but even when he left the house, she wouldn’t really interact with me or mom. We thought that she was just more comfortable with him, but even when he asked her why, she just said she preferred him. My mom was really upset because she was the one who wanted a second child. My dad wasn’t opposed to it, obviously, but she felt as if nothing had changed. Just that another body was taking up space. What she and I noticed was that Mia was close my dad… oddly close… like too close for comfort. Closer than what a father-daughter relationship should be. We both were aware of her physical contact, but we didn’t say anything. It’s not like my dad couldn’t beat her in a fight if push came to shove. She was fourteen, she would’ve gotten wrecked. But anyways. Mia had her room in the guest bedroom which was right across from my parents bedroom. My room was next to hers. Well, one day my mom was working the nightshift for a coworker, so she wasn’t there for the night. Close to midnight, I was on my computer working on a project. I heard Mia leave her room, because the floor in the hallway wasn’t the quietest. I could hear her footsteps walk over to my parents room. I didn’t move from my bed, but I listened very carefully. I heard my dad open the door and close it soon after. I didn’t hear anything after that and I didn’t know what to do. My mom was at work, so I couldn’t call her. I didn’t want to intrude in my dad’s room, and I also didn’t want to leave my bed. After a few minutes, I heard the door open and someone walk out. I didn’t know immediately who, but from the lightness of it, it was Mia’s. After that, I did get out of my head and peek out into the hallway. I only saw the guest door close quietly. I went back to bed without questioning anything. The next morning, my mom was home. She was so tired and I don’t even know how many cups of coffee she had by then. I was up before my dad, but when he did get up, he wanted to speak to her in private. Away from me. Mia was still sleeping upstairs. The two of them stepped outside in the backyard. I knew I shouldn’t of eavesdropped, but I was so curious. I hid behind the patio door. I couldn’t hear everything they said, but what I did hear was something about Mia coming to his room late last night, and being really nervous about something. The rest was hard to make out, but I’m pretty sure he said that Mia told him she loved him.

Published by: True Story ! Published at: 2 years ago Category: مردم و وبلاگ