There were so many children in our family while growing up. Many times family members and others would either jokingly or seriously ask my mother something like, "Can I have that child? I haven't any kids and I think I can give it more than you can". My mother never took anyone to heart about taking her kids away. She just smiled and said something like, " No, I don't want my kids to be separated from one another. I want them to always know that they are brothers and sisters."
One year, however, my father decided to let my youngest sister spend a summer with one of mom's aunts who had never had children. The aunt took my sister to visit relatives in New York; she bought her expensive dolls and other toys, and she was always taking her to dinners, playdates, etc. I'm sure my sister was enjoying herself immensly.
Once when Aunt came to visit and brought our sister to play with us, my mother was observing our little sister very carefully. Mom realized that our sister didn't want to be touched by us; we weren't dressed as nice as she was. Our hair wasn't in place like hers was. That's when mom spoke up and said that Auntie had to leave our little sister at home with her immediate family. My mom could see divisions starting with her children that she never wanted to happen. Of course, our Aunt was angry for some time before she understood things.
Our little sister, after some time passed, came back down to earth, and once again, fell right in with us, her little ordinary brothers and sisters.
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