There was something unusual about the atmosphere as I woke up, everyone was smiling pampering me even more that in my head I wish it would continue that way forever. Please don't get me wrong......my family treats me so well like a princess of which am grateful for but that particular morning it was so different and I felt more like a queen instead of a princess.😄
I dressed up and went for classes to settle more while I prepare to write my last paper for that semester (mathematics). Mathematics isn't one of my favorites subject but I just have to study to avoid any form of carryover and am proud there wasn't any. Happy innocent me going home to be treated like the queen that I am only to open the door seeing mum and dad wearing sad faces. I rushed up to them in curiosity asking what's wrong? Daddy please speak to me.......can anyone please let the cat out of the bag? Where's precious, my kid sis? She's fine mum replied and uncle Hassan, my dad younger brother? His fine. So what then is actually the.... Before I could finish my statement my emotional mummy was already shedding tears while daddy was only behaving like a man so there wasn't a physical tears but I need no soothsayer to tell me he was bleeding inside because his facial expression says it all.
Just when I was about to ask another question, uncle Hassan walked into the room holding what looks like a document and handed it over to me to go through. I hurriedly opened the file to know the content only to receive the biggest shock of my life. Tell me its one of your numerous pranks uncle? It isn't he replied with a serious face. I went dumbed for few seconds and broke the silence with a loud cry..... it was as though an arrow was pierced through me and that's how I felt the pain.
It was hard to believe my new reality with dad and mom giving their affirmation that am their foster child while they my foster parents. Guys I have another parent other than the once have lived with for the past twenty something years of my life. I can't accept the news but it is what it is oh God help me. 😭🙏
Yes it does hurt!! but I have to leave with my present reality. what should I do next I asked myself over and over again and finally this is my decision is. Am sure greatful to my foster parent at least they did the right thing by letting the cat of the bag of which am glad they did. But again I will definitely want to know who my real parents are after which come back to where I first called home. There would be no need changing my surname if my foster parents don't mind, they gave me life and made me the strong lady that I am today so if they are cool with me still living with them and addressing them as dad and mom am fine. Although something was broken but glad nothing went missing.
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