Once we got home I went upstairs to take a shower. After my shower I changed into a t-shirt and shorts. As I was sitting at my desk looking at pictures on tumblr. I remembered the box in the closet. I decided to wait for my parents to go to bed. I heard a knock on my door.
It was my mom, “Did you have fun today?”
“Yeah, it was the best.” I said.
“Your dad and I are going to bed. Don't stay up to late.” she said leaving.
I waited until I could hear the soft snoring of my mom before I creeped down the stairs. I grabbed the box in the closet and took it up to my room. I opened it to see inside of it. My eyes landed on a picture of a young girl only a little bit older than me holding a baby. She had long brown hair like me and she looked tired. This picture was probably taken moments after the baby was born.
I turned and saw in my mom's handwriting.
Ellie and Abby.
Who was Ellie? I looked deeper into a box and saw another picture of the girl except a couple years older. I turned it over and saw words written in different handwriting.
Had the best senior year ever. Hope Abby is doing good.
I looked deeper into the box and found my birth certificate and saw that my parents names weren't on there and then I saw the adoption papers.
I was adopted.
“Hey, Abby.” said my best friend Molly when I got to her house the next day.
“Hey.” I said.
“What's wrong?” she asked.
“Can we talk in your room?” I asked.
“Sure. Come on.” she said heading up the stairs to the room she shared with her older sister.
“Angela is at softball practice.” she said.
Angela was a sophomore and played on the varsity team.
“Tell me what's wrong.” she said.
“Yesterday I found this box in a closet that had my name on it.” I said.
“So.” she said.
“I found out that I'm adopted and that my birth mom was only fifteen years old.” I said really fast.
“Are you serious? What did your parents say?” she asked.
“They don't know that I know.”
“You need to tell them.” she said.
“I can't. Besides they lied to me.” I said.
“Your parents love you. Talk to them.” she said.
“Fine. Talking isn't gonna make me stop being mad at them.” I said.
I spent the rest of the afternoon at Molly's and went back home at around four.
“Hey.” said my dad as I walked in.
“Hi, Bob.” I said.
“You mean dad.” he said looking up from his paper.
“How can I call you dad when you're not even my real dad.” I said.
My dad turned white, “I don't know what you mean.”
“Yes you do. How long did you think you could keep this from me?”
“Keep what from you?” asked my mom coming in.
“That you adopted me.” I said sitting on the couch.
“How did you find out?” she asked sitting in the chair.
“I saw the box in the closet.” I said.
“I've been meaning to move that.” said my mom calmly.
“We still are your parents.” said my dad.
“We will answer any questions you have.” said my mom.
“My birth mom her name is Ellie, right?”
“Yes.” said Mom.
“What about my dad's name?” I asked.
“His name was Jake. We didn't see him to often.” said Dad.
“Why?” I asked.
“He didn't like the idea of giving you up.”
“So why did he give in?” I asked.
“Ellie was very stubborn, just like you.” said Dad.
“She didn't want me?” I asked feeling hurt.
“Of course she did, but she wanted to give you a good home and thought we could do that for her.”
“Can I meet her?” I asked.
“I don't know about that.” said Dad.
“Why not?” I asked getting angry.
“We can discuss this after dinner.” said my mom heading into the kitchen.
After dinner I was sent to my room while my parents discussed the matter. I waited in my room for I don't know how long. Finally my mom had come up to talk to me.
“Well, we gave Ellie a call and talked to her about this.” she said.
“You have her number?” I asked.
“Yes, we still keep in touch.” she said.
“How come I never knew this?”
“We didn't want you to know.”
“I was going to find out someday.”
“I know and we were planning on telling you.”
“What did she have to say?” I asked.
“Well, she's getting married in two weeks and she wants you to come down for a week up until the wedding, but it's up to you.”
“I don't know. What am I going to say?” I asked nervous.
My mom laughed, “I'm sure you'll figure it out.”
“I guess I'll go.” I said.
“Ok. You know, no matter what you are our daughter.” she said walking out.