Finding Out I Was Adopted: A Short Story

1105 words - 5 pages

“Class, please give your attention to Arielle as she gives her presentation,” said Arielle’s teacher, Mrs. Taylor.
Today, I am going to tell you guys about the culture of Ethiopia. Ethiopia is… um…. Ethiopia… um…
Arielle completely forget her entire speech. Embarrassed and teary eyed she took off running. She headed straight for the parking lot, got in her car, and drove all the way home. Once she was home, she sat in her driveway and burst into tears. After sitting in her car for a good twenty minutes, her mom saw her car in the driveway and went outside to see what was going on. Her mom knocked on the window and Arielle looked up. Arielle opened the door and explained everything that happened during school to her mom.
Arielle’s mom said, “Why don’t you go on upstairs and go to sleep. You could probably use some sleep. It has been a long week. ”
So Arielle went upstairs to her room and slept until the next day. The next morning when she woke up, was Saturday. Her grandparents were in town for the weekend. She went downstairs and saw her grandparents, but she had no idea who they were.
Concerned why these strangers where in her living room she asked her mom, “Why are these people in our house?”
“Honey, these are your grandparents,” replied her mother
I have grandparents?
Yes. Honey, are you feeling all right? We should probably take you to the doctor. Go get some clothes on.
Later Arielle and her parents were at the doctor office. The doctor ran some tests and discovered that Arielle’s memory loss was caused by drug abuse when she was born.
Arielle asked her mom, “Did you use drugs when you were pregnant with me?”
No honey, I did not use drugs when I was pregnant with you.
Arielle was getting a little angry and said, “Then why did the doctor say that my memory loss was caused by drug abuse when I was a baby.”
Her mom gave her a blank stare and looked at Mr. Sanders with a concerned look.
Turning to her dad, she asked, “Dad, would you like to tell me what mom is hiding from me?”
“Honey,” he said hesitantly, “you were adopted. Your mother and I are not your biological parents. Your biological parents abandoned you when you were only a year old. Both of your parents were drug addicts.”
What? You mean to tell me that you have kept this secret from me for eighteen years? Why did you not tell me sooner?
“Arielle, it is not just that simple. We could never find the right time. We did not know how you would handle such information,” replied her dad.
So my whole life is a lie. Thanks mom. Thanks dad.
Filled with anger and tears Arielle stormed out of the room, sat down in the hallway, and cried.
Once the Sanders got home from the doctors office, Arielle locked herself in her room and called Carrie. Carrie is the only person she knew of that could help her with this problem.
I have bad news.
What is it?
I am adopted. My whole life is a lie.
Yes. I am adopted. My biological parents were drug addicts...

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