I discovered relatives I didn’t even know I had. They came from California on Sunday night. I didn’t get to see them until Monday because I was in a Theology class Sunday night; we were discussing predestiny and free will. I had only met one of my aunts before, but that was almost 7 years ago, I hardly remember her from then. They were all lovely, kind, and gracious people. I really was blessed to have them around this week. I spent most of Monday night getting to know them, all of them. I learned more about some than most, but I feel I’ve learned much of my family’s past and present now.
I really want to talk about my cousin. She’s only six years old and, for safety reasons, we shall call her Cinderella. I didn’t even know she existed until this week. Technically, she’s not actually related to me, she’s a foster child of my great aunt. My great aunt now has legal custody, so Cinderella is more than a foster child, she’s family. She is this amazing little girl who looks just like me. If you didn’t know, you would think she really was my sister. Cinderella told everyone she met all week long that I was her big brother. Cinderella and I were inseparable this week. We did everything together. We watched James Bond, we colored Disney Princesses, we put together puzzles, we read kids’ books, and we went to a park near the house. I really wish my family could have adopted her, kept her here. She is this awesome young girl who wants to be an astronaut. Cinderella told me she wanted to be an astronaut and I kind of gleeked because I’m a Whovian and that’s just fantastic.
Thanksgiving night was the family’s last night. It was a lovely day all around. The family was staying at my grandparents’ house, so as it got late, my immediate family had to get going home. I was sitting in the living room, laying on a couch, watching television a little. Cinderella was wearing this Cinderella costume she had brought that looked almost like pajamas. She came up to me with her arms open and I lifted her up onto my lap, thinking she wanted a hug or something. Cinderella squeezed my chest and burst into tears. She didn’t want to go back to California and she said I was her big brother and that I had to stay with her and she loved me and tons of other heartbreaking things. It made me so sad; I didn’t want her to leave either. I’ve always wanted a sister, and even thought I call some of my peers “sister”, Cinderella is the closest I’ve ever had to a real sister. It was so cute too, because she was barefoot and in her Cinderella dress and had a bow in her hair, she looked like a real princess. I comforted her for almost an hour; reassured her she would be safe, that we’ll see each other again, and that I loved her. I tried to cheer her up a little, said stuff like boys have cuties and to stay away from them, but she still was crying. This adorable, sweet, and kind little girl was so sad. I carried her to bed and tucked her in. I sang Rainbow Veins by Owl City to her. She smiled a little at the “cheer up and dry your damp eyes, and tell me when it rains” part. I hugged her and let her know I’ll see her again in the summer. Cinderella was still crying when we finally left. I miss her a lot too. I know it may seem slightly odd for a boy to deeply miss someone ten years younger than them the way I do right now, but I don’t care, Cinderella is family and I love her.
I made a proposition with Cinderella during the time I was comforting her that I’d like to share with you. I asked her, “Are you gonna stay away from boys and wait for Prince Charming to come to you?” She nodded her head, tears still falling. It made me think. I’ve got a duty to this little girl. If she’s saving herself for marriage, even at 6 years old, then I will do it too, for her. I’ve got to set that example.
I’ve struggled with sexual immorality for years, it’s not something I”m proud of. God has blessed me with good friends and family who have been helping me with overcoming the addiction and temptations. Cinderella really pushed it for me, and she didn’t even know it. I am going to stop the internet stuff that tempts me so much, I’m going to stay away from magazines, and I”m even going to stay away from movies that might even slightly arouse me. I don’t want to be taken over by sex and porn and evil stuff like that. She’s only six years old, and Cinderella has helped change my life. I love this little girl and I can’t wait to see her again. Cinderella really is, and always will be, my sister.