The Results

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(Two weeks later)

It is 2:00 in the afternoon and I just got a call from Dr.Ortiz telling me that the DNA test results are in. So I got dressed and told my Mom that I was going on a walk since she has no idea that about the DNA test. I also know what you are thinking, "Why aren't you dressed? It's 2:00 in the afternoon." Well I usually don't do that a lot over the summer. But sometimes I do stay in my PJ's all day. On my way to Dr.Ortiz's office I see a pregnant woman with another woman holding a baby. You can see all the love they have for their baby's. So I guess if I am adopted that's okay because I know my Mom loves me so much. As soon as I get to the Place Of Genetics and they sent me to straight to Dr.Ortiz's office. Right when I got into the office Dr.Ortiz told me to sit down. As soon as I sat down she told me news that will change my life forever. Dr.Ortiz told me that there was no way in the world that my Mom is my biological mother or that we are related. Then she told me if I have any questions come back to the office or call her. After that I paid her for the test then I left. On my way home I stop at Dairy Queen and got an Oreo Blizzard. Then I stopped at the park park that is right around the corner from my house. I just sat there watching little kids with their parents and eating my Blizzard. I start to think of all the times my Mom used to take me to this park. I learned to ride a bike without training wheels here, made my first and best friend here, sang for the first time in public here at this park as well. All my accomplishments happened here at Westmount Park with my Mom. I guess now that I know I'm adopted, I wonder what my biological mother looks like, why she gave me up, where would I live, did she name me, or would I be a whole different person? Are these questions normally asked when a person finds out they're actually adopted. I don't know how I'm going to see Mom now that I know her "Little Secret." I just know it's going to be awkward at home.

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