In search for the origins

Part 1

A/N This story, like some others I've uploaded lately, had been written some time ago, and after being edited and rewritten, they're ready to be read.When I first wrote this story, it was a fanfic, but I decided to change it into a general ficton. I do hope you'll like it, and if you do, please vote and comment. Thanks to you all. 

San Francisco, March 1958 

"I'm fed up with you! I have tried for years to be patient, but this is too much! What a terrible mistake we made when we...It was all your mother's fault! I told her we shouldn't have...!"

"Richard, don't!"

"Get out of my sight right now!" My father's voice sounded like a thunder, and it was angrier than it had ever been.

To be true, I wasn't completely astonished by my father's words about making a mistake...somehow, I did know what he meant, although I refused to admit it. Probably, it was a way of self defense. Since I was a little kid, I had seen the differences they both made between Hank, my older brother, and me. He was four years older than me, and well...he had always been their favourite, and he was well aware of his power.  We had never got along as siblings should do. On the contrary, I had a bigger bond with my sister, Marjorie, or May as we used to call her , than the one I had with Hank. Now he was married, things were slightly better between us, but when we were younger, if one of us did something bad, I was always the one to be blamed. I guess I finally got used to that, or at least learnt not to complain about it...Even with May, they behaved different, but after all, she was the youngest one, and the only girl.

Anyway, I needed to know exactly what was all that about, so I drove to my aunt and uncle's house. It was a kind of shelter, when things were bad at my place. There was a time when I even longed they were my real parents. Jessica, my mother's younger sister, was a sort of ally to May and me, and sometimes they took us on holidays. She and Allen had had no kids, so they took care of us willingly.

"My own favourite nephew! You don't come see us so often, now you are dating that girl, huh? Bring her here anytime you...Hey, what's wrong? Trouble at home again? Jess! Come here, please!"

"What's the matter? Andy, are you ok?" 

I went straight to the point, I've never liked beating around the bush.

"I want to ask you something...am I adopted?"

They looked at each other in shock, and that was a speechless answer to my question...even if I kinda knew it, having it confirmed was a relief and a burden, at the same time. Jess hugged me and took me to the sofa.

"Come, sit here. Allen, honey, bring some beers. I think we'll all need them. Gosh, I knew this had to happen...I told your mother she would have talked about this with you and May..."

"So, it's true then? We two are adopted?"

"Yes...but it is not as simple as that." She opened one beer and handed it to me, and drank a bit of hers before she went on talking "Look...when Hank was born, there were some...complications during the delivery, and after that, my sister  had three abortions, until she was told she couldn't have any more children of her own. But, she had always wanted to have a girl. They had a time of grief, and when they thought they were ready, and Hank was old enough, they started with the adoption affair."

I took air, and drank a sip of my beer... If things were like I imagined, it was even more painful...Jess was really unconfortable having to tell me all that...

"Well, after some time they were told there was a little girl, she was three months old."

"May."