The Discovery – by Chung Ji You, Year 11, Sayfol International School
When
I was looking idly through my family’s old box of documents, I suddenly came
across an official letter. It looked quite old and was sealed inside an
envelope. I tore it open and took out a yellow piece of paper. It was a long
letter. I wasn’t sure if I should read it without my parents’ permission. The
letter was from a person called Mary, my biological mother.
Reading
through the letter, I was beyond shock and bewilderment. All I could think was
– I wasn’t my parents’ daughter! Feeling extremely apprehensive, I dialled my
mother’s number, barely able to control my trembling hands. She picked up after
a few rings and spoke in her usual cheerful voice. I didn’t know how to ask
her. Neither was I sure I could ask such a question. Indeed, I didn’t have
enough courage to ask her. Since I didn’t want to break our family’s peace, I
thought it was better to keep things the way they had always been. So, when my
parents came home that night, I acted as though nothing had happened. After
dinner, my dad called me in an unusually serious voice. I was very nervous.
I
slowly opened the door of the master bedroom and entered. Both my parents were
sitting on their bed, wearing solemn expressions. In my mother’s hand, she held
the old piece of letter I’d read a few hours ago. Instantly, I was scared and
nervous. Would they kick me out? Would they abandon me? As my mother opened her
mouth, the first question she asked me was if I had opened the letter and read
it. Although I didn’t feel like answering her question, I didn’t think it was
wise to avoid the truth. I thought it would be better for me to know and
understand the circumstances. I was ready to listen to the truth.
My
mother and father told me the whole story about how I was first brought into
this house and how my biological mother left me outside their front door. It
seemed that my biological mother wasn’t in the right state to raise me. As a
result, she left me outside my parents’ house. She had no choice but to abandon
me. At the same time, my parents were desperately trying to have a child but
couldn’t conceive one. After a long agonising wait, they decided to adopt me.
All the tension between my parents and I dissolved.
Opening
the lid of the champagne bottle, we sat together at our dining table. We talked
about a lot of things honestly and openly. I thanked my parents for bringing me
up and my parents told me how grateful they were to God for giving them such a
beautiful child like me. We finished our dinner hungrily, watched some DVDs
together and then went to sleep happily. It was a truly wonderful day.
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