Roland has six children – nine if you count the three that were never born – which he often does. They’ve all been given names – though I doubt we’ll be raising the unborn in the hereafter.
Biff is the oldest. He has brown eyes and looks just like his paternal grandfather. Spitting image – only taller – which is saying a lot as Biff’s biggest hang-up about life seems to have been with his small size. He really is not that tall compared to your average guy – but he is taller than those on both Roland’s side and his mom’s side.
Tony seems to get his looks from his mom’s side – though I haven’t really seen it. The receding hairline is definitely from her side. Though Tony towers over his mom’s small sized family (small individuals – the family itself is actually quite large in number) he seems to share the same skinny genes that his mom’s side seem to hold.
Randy is sort of a mixture. Hazel eyes (as well as Tony) all American boy. Freckles. Tallest of the three. Dimples show when he smiles – which is often.
Vincente – I don’t know if they actually knew the sex at the time or had an ultrasound as his twin brother was a surprise. I’m thinking if they had known the sex they would have also known that there were two of them.
Stephen - Roland had picked out a name for one before his late wife passed. And when he learned there were two jotted a name down for the other.
He must have written Stephen’s name in a journal after Vincente
Francis – Amazon build like her mother – but with facial features from Roland’s side – which I hadn’t noticed. But then I haven’t yet met Roland’s entire family.
Pamprin also has the Amazon bone structure and a face like her mom’s. But she does have dimples like Randy. And actually her behavior is pretty identical to his also.
Tracy was only six weeks inside me. I remember exactly when and where he/she was conceived. At least one of Roland’s little swimmers wiggled its way up my right fallopian tube before the egg was ready to drop. And that’s where Tracy grew.
But my tube burst and my belly filled with blood. We didn’t even know Tracy was in there until an ultrasound was given and we heard his/her heartbeat. I still cry when I think about it. Tracy had to be aborted – along with what was left of my tube. If we would have waited another hour I would be dead, too.
We picked the name Tracy as we have no sex identity. But I don’t believe Tracy is ours to keep. I believe the “receiving a body” is more than just a six weeks in the womb. I believe that Tracy may have gone to another family – or had to wait a while to come to our family.
Jenna is our miracle baby. Conceived in my early forties and on only one tube. She looks like both of her parents. I have seen some expressions that remind me of Francis, but I have also seen some that look like Pamprin. In her I see a lot of personalities, mostly mine and Randy’s and Tony’s. Though when she was inside me she was strong like Biff – as we could see her doing calisthenics through the ultrasound.
We have a few pictures of all six kids being silly – well, five of them were. Jenna was only six months and didn’t demonstrate any behavior other than being happy. We also have one taken with Roland and his six children – the last time we saw his oldest two girls – the last time when all our boys were together.