Discovering Me

My Something Else

I wake up to the peaceful chirping of birds and the sun peaking in my window. I sit up and stretch. I think about the day, today. Will it be the day my father tells me the something else?

I head downstairs in my pajamas and slippers. I look around but I don't see my dad. I wonder into the kitchen to start cooking some eggs. I'm really not suppose to cook without supervision but I'm hungry.

I flip the egg and its ready to go. I put it on the plate and sit at the counter to eat. I stare out the kitchen window and think about what I should do today.

I finish eating and wash the dishes and pans that I used. About 30 minutes later I'm almost ready for the day.

I head back upstairs to change. I pull on some old blue jeans and an old green T-shirt. I find my sneakers and slip them on. Looking in the mirror I put my hair up in a messy ponytail and notice something lying on my bed.

I walk to it to find it's a letter with my name on it. I slowly open the envelope to find neatly written cursive. I skim to the bottom to see who this is from. Somehow I'm not surprised when I find the name, Dad.

I start to read from the beginning:

"I know I should've told you when you first came, but I was afraid you would want to go back to the foster home. I'm sorry for not being able to talk to you personally but it's too hard. Two years before you came along, I held my first child with your mamma. It was the happiest time.
Only until the doctor came in and told us that our baby was born incredibly ill and she had a very little to no chance of living.
Your mamma and I cried. We talked about what we would ever do with a child that may dye anyway. We decided it was best to put her in a foster home too.
I tried to adopt her just a few months ago, knowing where she has been all this time. I wanted your older sibling to know who you were after she would have gotten adopted and lived here for a while.
I found out that she has already been transferred to another orphanage but they're done telling me where too. If I just would have thought and acted sooner it would all be happy and fine.
I'm truly sorry. I hope you can forgive me with all of this. I know it's hard to take in but think if you were in my and your mamas shoes at the time.  I hope you will meet her one day. You may already know her from everywhere you've been and all I've put you through.
I'm sorry, forgive me, now you know the story.
Dad