“A bridge between two families”
Cali, 16 years old.
“When Sacha was born, I was 6 years old. At the time, I didn’t realize it would be a half-brother. For me, he was a brother, period. And then I was happy because I love babies. During the pregnancy, I said to myself “hope it was a girl”, so I wouldn’t have been the only one. But in the end, I was happy.
We very quickly played together and today we are very close. On weekends, he comes to wake me up to give me a hug. Since the beginning of the year, I have also decided to come and live with him. We swapped homes with my 18-year-old older brother, who went back to live with our mother.
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Even if I have always accepted the fact that my father has rebuilt his life and that I am very fond of my mother-in-law, Anne-Laure (1), I think that Sacha has strengthened the ties. He was a bridge between us. He mixed the two bloods. After his birth, there were no longer two clans that came together but only one family. »
“The arrival of a little brother made me change my status”
Helios, 22 years old.
“I have a 26-year-old ‘real’ brother, two half-brothers and a half-sister at heart, older than me. And a “real” little 11-year-old half-brother, whom my father had with my stepmother. When Noa was born, I had been living with my blended family for five years. I was not really prepared for this birth but, in the end, I was quite happy to have a younger brother.
I was changing status, and it was interesting to discover. At first I found him super cute, even if he required a lot of attention, and then I saw him grow up, and our relationship evolved. We have a lot in common and a little the same character.
His birth created a bond in the siblings and also somewhat improved my relationship with my mother-in-law, who softened her educational methods. With her first son, she was bossy, and that wasn’t my parents’ way at all. »
“My grandparents told me she wasn’t my ‘real’ sister”
Aurélie, 35, mother of two children aged 10 and 4.
“I was 6 years old when my half-sister was born. In my memory, it was good news. I immediately thought of her as my sister and became very protective of her. My grandparents kept telling me that she wasn’t my “real” sister, but that didn’t change anything for me. My stepfather, on the other hand, told me that I was like his daughter and made sure there were no differences in our upbringing.
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As I grew older, however, I found that this was not entirely true. Today, we are both mothers, and her attitude is not the same with all the grandchildren. I find it more protective with those of my sister. The differences are subtle. For example, he put their photo as wallpaper on his phone and goes, with my mother, to my sister to look after her children, when they don’t come to my house. I started to see things differently since I too started a blended family. I realized that blood ties were different. »