I was born in Jamaica and lived there until I was about 8 years old. By this time I had already started school, and made great friends. I lived with my father and grandmother in a small house in spanish town, Jamaica.
I was told I would be coming to Canada to attend my mothers wedding, then It suddenly became my home.
That’s about all I remember from memory
Since I came to Canada I have visited Jamaica 3 times. Once as a teen and twice as an adult.. My father was a stranger to me but I loved him because I finally had a dad I can hug and who loves me. I also have 1 brother and sister back home.. I love them both and always try to connect with them but it definitely is an obstacle for me for many reasons.
The main reason being, I am not able to see them as siblings when I’m home, they are strangers… why?? Because I don’t know them, the most time I’ve spent with them in my entire 32 years of life is only about 4 months at most. When I come home to my regular life, I’m the oldest of 6 and a mother of 4… separated and broken again…. It’s back to survival mode… Vacation is Over.
The first time I went back I was about 15 years old, by that time, I had no desire to speak to my father because I didn’t remember him, I would avoid talking to him because I didn’t know what to talk about and Frankly I was mad at him for lying and sending me away to this woman I didn’t know. So I surprised everyone… including myself, when I broke down crying the first time I saw him again, I have never felt that feeling before, it was like a firework show was going off inside my gut.. I was ecstatic to see him.
The second time I didn’t spend much time with him, and the third time I was stuck with him for about a month… this was immediately before covid got ridiculous.
Anyway, I will tell you more about that trip later because I want to stay in order so it’s easy to follow along.
Until Next Time
Mel
Hilliams World 