It was a Saturday like every other one, little did I know it would turn out to be one of the most spin wrecking weekends of my life as a truth that was hidden from me was about to see the light of day.
It began with our morning prayers, Dad's prayers took longer than the usual and I was wondering why he wanted to turn our morning prayers into a crusade, anyways after his loooong prayer we started our weekend chores, I was responsible for cleaning the rooms because my mum says she loves how I pay attention to details and how neatly I lay the bed.
Our house is a 4 bedroom apartment, my Dad and Mum's room, My room, The girl's room and The guest room. They all had their level of dirt I had to deal with, the easiest to clean was my Dad and Mum's room. So, my strategy was to clean all other rooms first and then end with the easiest one to clean.
After I washed all the toilets, laid the beds, swept and mopped the floor of the dirty rooms. It was finally time to head to the easiest room to clean. My stomach was already singing tunes of hunger, all I could think of was wrapping up and rushing to the kitchen to dish my own portion of the pap and Akara my mum had prepared while we were all doing our chores.
When I entered the room, the drawer of my mum's dresser caught my attention, till this day I really don't know why... As I opened it I saw an old looking envelope, you would think I would just close the drawer and continue my cleaning, I did the opposite.
As I pulled out the content of this dirty brown envelope, the first thing that caught my eyes was the "certificate of adoption" with my name boldly written just across the paper. Like a defeated warrior I sat on the bed in disbelief, streams of tears flowed down my eyes.
A thousand and one questions ran through my mind, but the only thought I agreed with was to return the envelope and pretend I never saw it. You would think my mother was seeing all that was going on because as I was about to return the envelope she gently pushed the door and called for me "Bobo", the shock on her face when she saw the envelope in my hand and the tears on my face can't be rightly articulated with words but it was a mix of disbelief, sadness and defeat.
She rushed in and sat by my side on the bed as if to console me and explain what happened and why they kept it a secret all these while, I just smiled and said to her, "it will be our little secret... I love you and as far as I am concerned you are my mother and Daddy is my father, you don't have to explain anything." She hugged me as if it was the last time she was going to ever see me again.
Thanks for reading through, I appreciate your time. This is my response to the #hivenaija weekly prompt
You woke up one morning to find out that the people you have always known as your parents are not your biological parents. With your adoption document in your hands serving as proof, what will be your next move?
I'd like to believe this is how I'd respond if something like that ever happened, I hope it doesn't happen though.
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