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I Wish I Never Googled My Family

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I had an ordinary life, with an ordinary family, and ordinary goals - but all that changed after I googled my family. I wish I never did it.
But let me start from the beginning. The very beginning. I was born on the 2nd of November. I grew up with my parents in a small town, with a really small population. I had no siblings, no grandparents, no aunts or uncles - but I didn't care. I had my parents, and that was all that mattered.
My parents never really told me about my ancestors. I knew I was a mixed Italian/American, but that was the full extent of my knowledge. Other than that, I had no clue who my grandparents and other relatives were.
But, I guess it never bothered my growing up. I didn't really think about it. My parents never mentioned them, so I guess I didn't think about them either. But it wasn't until 6th grade, when my other friends at school would talk about going to their grandparents' house on the weekends, and the amount of presents they got on their birthday because of their relatives. I admit, I was jealous. Was I missing out? Why didn't I have any grandparents or relatives? How come my parents never spoke about them?
I decided I would ask my parents about them. Why couldn't we be like a normal family? Why couldn't I have loads of relatives to bring me gifts? That night, I walked right up to my parents.
"Where are my grandparents?" I asked.
They looked at each other, confused. "What?" said my mom.
"How come I don't have any grandparents? Everyone else at school does."
"Oh." began my dad. "Well," he seemed to hesitate, but then he continued. "They passed away, Franco."
I paused. "But, what about my aunts and uncles? What about my cousins?"
My mom spoke up. "Well, your father and I don't have any brothers or sisters, so that's why you don't have any aunts or uncles. I'm sorry Franco."
I was disappointed, but I believed them. It was a shame I didn't have any more relatives, but it didn't bother me too much. So, for several years after that, I ignored it, and I never brought it up with my parents again.
But let me start from the beginning. The very beginning. I was born on the 2nd of November. I grew up with my parents in a small town, with a really small population. I had no siblings, no grandparents, no aunts or uncles - but I didn't care. I had my parents, and that was all that mattered.
My parents never really told me about my ancestors. I knew I was a mixed Italian/American, but that was the full extent of my knowledge. Other than that, I had no clue who my grandparents and other relatives were.
But, I guess it never bothered my growing up. I didn't really think about it. My parents never mentioned them, so I guess I didn't think about them either. But it wasn't until 6th grade, when my other friends at school would talk about going to their grandparents' house on the weekends, and the amount of presents they got on their birthday because of their relatives. I admit, I was jealous. Was I missing out? Why didn't I have any grandparents or relatives? How come my parents never spoke about them?
I decided I would ask my parents about them. Why couldn't we be like a normal family? Why couldn't I have loads of relatives to bring me gifts? That night, I walked right up to my parents.
"Where are my grandparents?" I asked.
They looked at each other, confused. "What?" said my mom.
"How come I don't have any grandparents? Everyone else at school does."
"Oh." began my dad. "Well," he seemed to hesitate, but then he continued. "They passed away, Franco."
I paused. "But, what about my aunts and uncles? What about my cousins?"
My mom spoke up. "Well, your father and I don't have any brothers or sisters, so that's why you don't have any aunts or uncles. I'm sorry Franco."
I was disappointed, but I believed them. It was a shame I didn't have any more relatives, but it didn't bother me too much. So, for several years after that, I ignored it, and I never brought it up with my parents again.
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