Embracing the unexpected

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As a kid, while growing up, any time my parents flogged or disciplined me, I used to wish I was adopted or exchanged in the hospital, praying and hoping that one day my real parents would come knocking on our door and rescue me.

I remember one time after my dad had finished flogging me, I ran out of the house and went and sat down in an uncompleted building crying and singing all those emotional songs they used to sing in Nollywood while waiting for my superhero lost but found parents to come and take me away.

Lol, watching Nigerian movies as a kid really messed up with my mind.

Some years back I read of a man in his forties who found out the dad he has known all his life was actually not his real dad, and I was taken back to my childish wish, and the adult in me laughed and rejected that stupid childish thought.

I don't even want to imagine that my parents aren't my real parents.

Seeing this question made me ask myself,If truly I happen to find myself in such a situation, what would I do?

First of all, I would be shocked. I would not want to believe that the people I spent my whole life with are not my real parents. I know some questions would be racing through my mind.

I would take time to process the whole situation. I would ask myself questions like why was I given up for adoption, why did they hide it from me, and why are they letting the secret they have kept for thirty plus years out in the open?

Then I would start analyzing my childhood and upbringing. Were there things that gave them out that I would have noticed then but did not? Was I loved, cherished, and cared for? Was there any favor between me and my siblings? Did they discipline me because they loved me or because I was not their biological child? Was I taken to a nice and good school? These and more are the things I would analyze, and if after my analyzing all this I find out that being an adoptive child did not affect how I was brought up, then I would have an honest and open conversation with my adoptive parents.

I would ask them questions surrounding my adoption, why they kept it a secret, and also ask if they know anything about my biological parents. If it's possible I get to meet with my biological parents, I would also ask them questions like why they gave me up for adoption.

I won't let any revelation or secret I find out change or define me. And no matter what my biological parents say, I would not go back to them since I was brought up with genuine love and care by my adoptive parents, but if they have a very good reason for leaving me and want to have a relationship with me, I might give them the opportunity.

I would also be forever grateful to my adoptive parents for their endless love and support towards me.

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