Tom Murray works in a local foundry and he has fallen madly in love with Mandy Grady.
Mandy also works at the foundry in the office, but as they make plans to get married his family drops a bomb shell on him. Mandy is his older sister, she was given up for adoption by his late mother.
"Jesus Christ...! How, how low can you get, you are without doubt rotten to the core. You dare call yourself my grandmother...You, you...You're full of poison, and I disown you." I shout at her."
"Jack go back into my room and bring out my tin box from the wardrobe." She says to jack, with a smirk on her old wrinkle face.
Mandy is shocked and she's crying, her hands cover her face and she is shivering.
I don't know what this bitch has planned but it won't work.
Jack returns and hands her an old tin box, she opens it up and produces some papers and photos.
"There you go Tom, have a look it's your sisters birth certificate." She gloats.
She hands me a bundle of papers and May god forgive me it's true. I have a sister, but how can Mandy be her. It can't be possible...it simply can't. I think to myself.
"This doesn't prove anything at all. God you'd try anything wouldn't you.
Where is my sister now if you know so much...Huh, where is she...where?" I snap at her.
"She's right beside you Tom, here look at your mothers picture, don't you see the resemblance?"
I look and maybe she is right, I am so fucked up in my head at the moment I don't know what is right or wrong. I mean Mandy can't possibly be my sister, the odds are remote. I think to myself.
"Can I see the papers and photo Tom?" Mandy asks.
"Here you go, but it can't be you...It's not you." I say
Mandy studies the paperwork and carefully examines my mother's picture. I can see the despair in her eyes, and my grandmother is just sitting there coolly, relishing my loves agony.
"Tom we have to put off the wedding, I need to talk to mum and dad about this." She says sobbing.
"God no Mandy...No, no. Please I love you." I protest.
But it's no use the poison trap they had set for her has snared her.
God I could knife them both right now I am so enraged by all this.
Why did not tell me I had a sister, even if it's not Mandy I would like to find her.
God, what a fucking horrible mess, the bastards...These rotten, twisted bastards. I say to myself.
Mandy goes home, she is crying as she drives away, and with her is that old birth certificate of my sister. She says she will call me later.
I call Tim and tell him what's happened; he says they are trying to destroy my life just like before. But I explain there is a likeness between Mandy and my mother and he has no explanation for that other than its just sheer coincidence.
About two hours later Mandy calls, and she is crying when I answer.
"Did you ask my love?"
"Yes I did, and they have a copy of the same certificate Tom, Oh God what are we to do." She cries.
"Are you sure, sure it's the same, do they not have a different certificate for you?"
"Yes they do, their names are on it as my parents. They were issued it by the courts after they adopted me...Tom you, you are my brother." She sobs.
Oh god, it's true, Mandy is my sister; my whole world has just fallen apart.
"It has to be a mistake Mandy, it has to." I say to her, in a distressed tone.
"No Tom, there's no mistake we...You are my brother...I have to go, I'm sorry."
"Mandy! Mandy." I cry, but it's no use, she's hung up.
I don't go home, instead I walk the town like a zombie for hours on end trying to make since of all this. I really love Mandy with all my heart and it won't change how I feel deep inside about her even if she is my sister.
I want us to spend our lives together no matter what people say. I don't care, I really don't care.
I let myself into the foundry at about 6am; I get washed up and make myself some tea.
I watch the clock tick slowly to 9am and I go wait at the gate for Mandy. She never shows, I call her but get no answer.
I ask Tim if he has had any contact from her, but he says no, he suggests I let Mandy go as she is my sister and that there is no future for us as a couple.
I check into a hotel that evening vowing never to set foot in my home again; I lie on the bed curled up like a little lost child crying pitifully for my love Mandy.
I wait in vain every day by the foundry gate hoping to see her car zip up as always.
Each day I spend at the press is agony, now and again I look up at her office window hoping she is there.
Then one day I spotted a man up there, leaving my station I go up to see what's going on.
Another member of staff is gathering her possessions and they place them in a box.
They hand the box to an awaiting courier; I turn and rush down the stairs to my press.
Grabbing some paper I write a simple note for her.
It simply states. Mandy please call me, I love you, I miss you. Please come back. Tom.
Hastily I shove the note into an envelope and rush after the courier. I ask him to hand it to Mandy.
The days turn into weeks and still no contact. Tim advises me not to go to her home; I am close to ending my life such is the loss and deep despair I feel inside. I don't know what to do.
One day after the lads had all left, I climbed the stairs to her office, sitting down in her chair I burst into tears as I despair at a life without my love.
My grief gets interrupted by Tim, I didn't hear him enter. Coming over to my side he places his hand on my shoulder to try and console me, and he speaks.
"Tom...I thought I'd find you here, come lad, come home...You have to forget her."
