Disclaimer: I don't own "Grey's Anatomy".
Author's Note: I left GA's site although I'm still watching the program. As you all know, Alex and Izzie (Thoughts of You) and Addison (Holding My Head Up High) are my favorites. I apologize to those who have been following my two stories. At this time, nothing seems to be popping into my head for added chapters.
But, this came to me this morning after watching last night's episode. To all you Meredith fans...this is for you.
Family. What is a family? Other than Christine whom I consider as family, the lone person would be my mother. A brilliant doctor, yet, I see her world collapsing every moment I'm with her. She's the only family I've ever had.
My father left us, married this woman and together they built a family together. I have a sister. My half-sister. I never knew she existed until several months ago. And here she was back at Seattle Grace giving birth with complications to her child.
They seem like nice people, my sister and her mother. I'm sure my father's counting his blessings for having them in his life. What about me? Has he forgotten about his other daughter, the one who's left behind to care for her mother. Doesn't he know what I've been through? I suppose not. He's been busy with his loving wife and daughter.
It terrified me inside that my sister would lose her baby. I wanted to hold on to her and tell her everything was going to be alright. But, who was I to her? I'm just a doctor tending to her needs. I watched as her mother comforted her telling her everything would turn out alright. Only if they could have seen the pain in my heart as I watched the both of them. Her mother was a loving mother, a caring mother and for a split second I was very envious of my sister. When was the last time my mother held me in her arms whispering comforting words to me? It's the other way around.
I really wanted to see the baby. Hey, I'm an aunt. When my sister's mother, gosh, what do I call her? Anyway, when she asked me if I wanted to join them in their celebration, I instantly declined. It was only for family. She said they could be my family, too. I didn't mean to be cold and said those things to her, but, a family was someone you love. But, watching them, I can imagine just loving them if I gave myself a chance, to bring down that shield of mine and welcome them into my life.
How sad it is for my sister to not even know who I am. Even if I allowed myself into their lives, would she forgive me and her mother for holding the truth about me to her? She looks like a nice girl, one who was brought up with loving parents. I have a sister, a niece. I'm not just Meredith Grey. I'm someone's older sister. I'm someone's aunt. An aunt who could possibly spoil the baby rotten with tons of gifts and everything a child's heart desired. A doting aunt. That's what I definitely would be...can be...should be.
But, they're not my family. They're my father's family. I'm just a doctor. I wish them the best of luck and happiness. Maybe one day, I'll have the courage to say..."Hi, I'm your sister. Hey, little one, I'm your aunt. I'm your family, too."
But, not at this moment.
The End