Mom, how can this be?

Mom, how can this be? Mom, how is that possible? I myself was always a child with many questions. Maybe a bit of a psychological thinking method? Or did I just want to know everything? I think a bit of both myself. I think I wanted to broaden my world and knowledge. But I also wanted to be able to see all possible scenarios of something in front of me so that I was prepared. Because being faced with an unexpected situation was not a pleasant situation for me. I always let all the people who told me something explain everything until I got it. Because I was once taught by a teacher, asking questions doesn't make you dumber. You only become wiser.

One day I hope to have children. And if they start to look like me, they'll be full of questions. I would like to teach them all about life. But one day they will ask how it is that they have so many grandmothers, aunts, uncles, and nephews and nieces. Because their friends may not have that. It won't be a secret that their grandmothers had me and my sister, and that Grandpa helped with that. As a result, they get 32 ​​sets of uncles and aunts, along with a lot of cousins. Although I have no idea where my relationship with my half-brothers and half-sisters will be when I have children, I'm going to tell them about this side of my family. I will not hide the story of my origin. Because this is as much my story as it is going to be their future story one day. It may not be the most normal family situation, but it is our family. I hope one day that my children, and who knows, maybe even my nieces and nephews will read this one day. That if one day when I'm a mother, that they are reading this and they wonder why I didn't call our family normal. This since our family is going to be normal to them. They will never have known otherwise.