Growing up I was always someone’s little sister, or someone’s big sister, or someone’s daughter, cousin, granddaughter, third cousin twice removed… I am often times known by a relative. And that’s ok. It is what it is. But I did not expect that to happen as a substitute teacher.
I was in seventh grade science and a girl says, “Are you _____’s sister?” I said, “Why…” and she goes, “_____ Smith?” I said, “Maybe… why?” She was like, “He’s my Dad’s friend!” I was like, “Oh, then yes… I was just giving you a hard time.” *awkward smile*
I think I freaked her out.
I was like, “Seriously? I’m 35 and this is still happening because of my brother’s friend’s CHILDREN?”
*sigh* Such is life. I would probably be recognized as someone’s sister if I moved to middle of nowhere Montana.
Redheaded Jill 
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