1. The Letter
“Did you put all my stuff in the attic?” I asked, “Well obviously you don’t need them
anymore!” my mom replied “I do need some of it!” I murmured. Well there goes my perfect
afternoon; I mean I can’t find anything in that heap of junk. Well, the story of my life, my
name is Rahul and I’m 13 years old and usually my parents are cool on Fridays, but today
they’re a little grumpy and I really don’t know why. Owww! A splinter poked me “That’s
gonna fester for weeks”!!!! “You okay”? My mom asked, “Yeah fine” “Well, go on”. That was
kind of awkward! Well, moving on, as I opened the attic door I could easily say this place
hasn’t been opened in at least 5 years, filled with cobwebs. “What’s that nasty smell?” I
asked myself, it smells like a dead rat plus it smells like dust – (Well obviously, it’s the attic)
“Ok, where do I start”. Oh look there’s light coming from there, probably from below, I’ll
start from there. No, no and no. It’s just not there, I started thrashing the place – (See what I
meant by a heap of junk) Ah there it is, I found my comic books. “Thank God, now, I can
leave” as I turned around something, in peculiar caught my eye. There were the words
‘adop’ the rest were. It looked as though it was recently placed over there. I kept my things
on the ground and approached it. I pulled it out and I started to read, as I read it I was in
total shock because it was a letter of adoption in my name. At first I thought my parents
were putting me up for adoption, tears rolled out of my eyes and with despair I read on,
only after did I realize that I, was adopted and my real parents were deceased. My heart
began to sink, well, this sums it all up. No wonder they were so awkward today. I suddenly
felt a cold chill down my spine, and a weird feeling of loneliness. As I climbed down my
parents were waiting there with grief on their face. I showed them the letter and furiously
demanded an explanation. “we didn’t want to tell you, but, social services forced us to” “We
didn’t have the guts to tell you in the face so we secretly took your comic books and hid it in
the attic as well as put your adoption certificate there in a way that you would see it” my
parents told me as they burst out crying “At the age of 5 we adopted you and ever since we,
we made you believe that we were your rightful parents, were sorry” “Why couldn’t you
just tell me when I was small and it would have been over with” I asked. “We thought you
could live a lie and never know” “But that makes no difference in the love we have for you,
darling” my parents replied. “Well, you know, are my real, parents alive”? I asked. “No son
they died when you were at the age of 4, but I’m sure they would have wanted to tell you
that they both loved you very dearly”. For many days and nights I didn’t have the guts to
speak to them and it was the same with them. For me, it a little too much to digest and it
was all too soon. But after putting a lot of thought to it, I thought, “all they did was take me
to a home where otherwise I would have been in an orphanage”. With this thought in my
mind I ran out and tightly hugged my parents and told them that I love them no matter
whatever.
- Rahul Jose
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