Family Isn't Always Blood

By Paula Gordon

A Short Story.
Coping with the death of your mother and the arrival of a new stepmother was always going to be hard but this stepmother doesn't seem to like Kesi very much and is trying to erase all traces of Kesi's real mum.
Follow Kesi as she tries to deal with her loss, the arrival of a new baby and learning to love her new blended family.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Jul 18, 2017
• ISBN: 9780244620875

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Family Isn't Always Blood

Family isn’t always blood

A Short Story

by Paula Gordon

(c) 2017

1st Edition

About the Author

Paula was born and raised in London and lived with her parents and her two brothers and one sister in a house she liked to call ‘little Jamaica’: she called it that because for all intents and purposes the rules that governed the way you lived, worked and played in that house seem to belong to another era and another country.

Paula started writing this book two years ago, as an attempt to tell a story about a girl who, like so many others, finds herself in a not so loving blended family.  Her inspiration was her own experience of becoming a Stepmother: a mother with all of the responsibilities of a mother but not always accepted as a mother by family or friends.   She wanted to write a book which considered the impact of this change in family dynamic from the perspective of the child because so much is written from the stepparent’s perspective and its often quite negative.

Paula is married to a crazy Trinidadian man who’s craziness makes her laugh and thank God for insane people.

She is stepmother to two grown up baby boys called Kent and Emanuel.

One

Daddy’s getting married

‘’Weddings are ridiculous and I am NEVER getting married!"

Kesi sat on a chair, occasionally looking down at her white bridesmaid’s dress, and then at the manic scene unfolding before her.  She felt as if she had been swallowed whole by the chair that she occupied in a hotel room designed exclusively for bridal party's faffing about whilst trying to get ready for a wedding.

An assortment of people occupied every inch of floor space in that room: some half hanging out of bridesmaid’s dresses, others busy pulling and tugging on every hair type known to man-dreadlocks, relaxed hair, blond hair, up do's, bobs, side dos…

Kesi reached up to touch her own hair, not quite remembering how the stylist and her' new Mummy', as she liked to call her (soon to be Stepmother), had decided she should fix her hair. Oh yes, standard two bunches secured with pretty beaded headband. She hated this look. It made her feel 5!

As she glanced around the room again she caught her new Mummy's eye. New Mummy smiled at her and Kesi threw her one of her best toothy smiles. As soon as new Mummy's eyes fell away from hers, so did Kesi's smile.

The room she was in was beautiful and Kesi had never been in a room like this before.  They had driven to a beautiful stately home which was covered