My Whole Family Disappeared. I was 5.

I asked my mom, at 5 years old, when i was gonna see my real family again. She was taken aback. She told me we had to finish dinner first. I was confused. "Finish dinner, before i see my husband and kids again?" I asked. She burst into tears. The kind that rack and convulse a person's entire body. I was confused, and a little scared, and I started to cry too.<br><br>She sat us down after dinner, and explained that I was only 5 years old. I had a brother and sister. That we lived in a nice house in Oregon. I was very confused.<br><br>"Where are my kids?" I asked. She burst into tears again. <br><br>She had married my father when i was only 4. He was a jerk. He walked in on us, and said "What the hell is wrong with her?" My mom was still crying, and explained what i had said. My dad started laughing. He was an ass hole. He asked if i was okay, and i told him i wasn't. That my husband and kids were out there, somewhere, and i really missed them. He laughed, and told me i was too young to have a husband and kids. I started to cry again, and told him i wasn't too young. That i was very old. As old as the rocks in the river. <br><br>He laughed again, and told me to go to bed. I don't know if my mom ever stopped crying, or how long it took her. I just pushed it aside and went to bed. And i never brought it up again.<br><br>But, it stuck with me. It's not something you ever forget, and it's something i think about daily. My husband and kids. The ones i can't remember. The ones who are, somehow, out there. Somewhere. <br><br>I honestly can't even imagine them, and haven't been able to since i was 5. I have no idea what they look like. But for whatever reason, it's something that has always stuck with me. Almost like a scar i can't heal.<br><br>Edit: I've received a few comments along the lines of "your step dad sounds like an ass hole." But, he isn't. He's a good guy. He was just young, and didn't handle it well. He honestly was extremely good to me.