Sister to Sister

Growing up in my household seemed normal until I became an adult. But all in all it was my family before any known deception. My sister came to me, after the storm supposedly calmed in the house of deception, and asked me if I was curious about finding out who my real family was. First of all I was still coping with being curious about who these people are to me now and I am fifteen and you want me to decide if I want to find out about some other people to confuse my brain even more! Although I think she had a vindictive way about her, I also thought she was being sincere in her own way about helping me deal with it. (sidebar--without her telling my adopted parents about me that night that changed my life, I would probably not have found out I was adopted)
Her and I were sitting in my adopted parents office at the time because I was staring at a False Family Portrait of us. As I looked at the picture, while she was talking, I noticed the setup was exactly right. Father, Mother, Son, seemed to one side, then foster sister, uncle, and me to the other. I may have been reaching but that's the way I viewed it from that point on- as a separation.  Anyway, my response to her was that I didn't care at that point and how would she feel if she was in my situation. And that's when I found out that she too wasn't who I thought she was.

My Sister, my foster sister, was really my aunt. 

Oh my gosh, another stressful situation to cope with. 

She was my foster aunt, my father's foster sister. 

What, huh, how, who...........

My grandparents took in foster children before I was born and I knew that. My uncle was one of those foster children, so I was aware of all of that. However, I thought my parents fostered my sister, but just another thing to throw at me, THEY WERE NOT HER FOSTER PARENTS, (so that explained why she always called them by their name. I never questioned any of that growing up). She was my grandparents' foster child and when my grandfather passed away from cancer and my grandmother (who was blind from diabetes) was too sick to care herself, let alone anyone else after losing her leg (later losing her other leg and having to move in with us) from diabetes, my adopted parents took my aunt/sister in when she was a teenager.

When I was older, I was told by my parents

she was vindictive against me because they never adopted her, 

but instead adopted me.

She was a lot older than me but she was still my sister to me no matter what. 

We fought, argued, had good times, great times, bad times, and it seemed to be a sibling relationship. Yes, she use to do things like snoop in my room and have my cousins snoop around and find letters and diaries and whatever else she could do to keep herself entertained with arguing, punishments, and anger in the house, but it was what it was. I still grew up thinking she was my sister. Her story was deep and she even said she found out that she had other siblings. She suggested that I find out who my real family was. I listened and put it in the back of my brain for a later date.

Now my brain started focusing on my sister, her son (my nephew), her husband (my brother in law), my parents, my uncle, and my brother. So my question to her was: Sister to Sister, "who the hell are we in this family???) and I got up and walked out of the office, went to my room, shut my door, and hid myself under all my huge stuffed animals on my bed. Another crying day of deception.