It Should Be Simple

Chapter 2 (Choices)

I stared completely shocked at what I was holding in my hand. I couldn't believe my 'parents' hid this from me, but now I was curious as to who my real parents were.

I decided to go look through the records at the hospital. Since I was currently working on my Disability and Chronic Illness degree at Carleton University in Ottawa, I had access to the medical records.

The only thing I knew for sure was that I was born in Ottawa, but that's all.

When I got to the hospital I walked in a showed the lady at the front desk my ID, and told her I wanted to look at the birth records. She nodded her head and spoke into a telephone. A few minutes later another woman came around the corner and introduced herself as the director of records at the hospital. She took me into the record room and asked me what I was looking for.

I explained my situation to her, and she nodded. "I can definitely help you with that." I smiled, "Thank you." "Not a problem at all. Now, I need to know your full name and your birth date," she said as she sat down at a computer bench. "Amber Lydia Sharp, and I was born on July 1, 1999" "Is Sharp your adopted last name or your birth name?" "My birth." "Ok." She typed my name into the computer.

"Looks like we have a match! Go six rows to your right, and then walk all the way to the end, I should be on the left." "Thank you, again." "It really wasn't a problem, and there are tables in the back if you need them. Oh! And if you would like to see if your parents records are here, you can check it out. Call of you need any help."

I nodded and smiled again, starting to make my way through the rows and rows of birth and death records. When I got past the sixth row, I walked all the way to the end and spotted my name. I picked up the folder and walked to a nearby table.

It turns out my mother's name was Gabrielle Abraham, born and raised in France, my father was Albert Sharp born and raised in Germany. My parents moved to California from France in 1989, and 10 years later, my mother gave birth to me here. Surprisingly, my father died just two months after I was born in a car accident, and my mother gave me up for adoption. According to her records, she is still living in Cali.

After all my research I went home and thought about what I should do with my new found information. The real question was, should I give up my career and caring family and go find my mother, or should I stay and act as if everything is normal?

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Hahaha nice twist
to the story. So did
you like how I made
it so she is Canadian
but can technically be
called American,
German, and French?
Comment below! I'd
love to hear your opinions!

Eira