\u201cSee? Proof,\u201d he had said.<\/p>\n
I stared at it, feeling like something was missing. But I had no reason to doubt him. Why would I?<\/p>\n
Then I met Matt.<\/p>\n
He saw through me in a way no one else had. \u201cYou don\u2019t talk about your family much,\u201d he observed one night.<\/p>\n
I shrugged. \u201cThere\u2019s not much to say.\u201d<\/p>\n
But there was. There was so much I had buried deep inside me\u2014the orphanage visits every year on my birthday, where my dad would point at the children and remind me how lucky I was. The way he talked about my \u201creal parents\u201d like I was a burden passed off to him. The whispers of my classmates, asking if I\u2019d ever be \u201csent back.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHave you ever looked into your past?\u201d Matt asked me one evening.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. My dad already told me everything.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you sure?\u201d<\/p>\n
That question haunted me.<\/p>\n
So, for the first time in my life, I decided to find out the truth.<\/p>\n
Matt and I drove to the orphanage where my dad said I had been adopted. My hands trembled as we stepped inside. An older woman greeted us with a warm smile, asking how she could help.<\/p>\n
\u201cI was adopted from here when I was three,\u201d I explained, my voice shaking. \u201cI\u2019d like to find out more about my birth parents.\u201d<\/p>\n
She nodded and began typing into her computer. I held my breath as the seconds stretched into minutes. Her frown deepened. She checked again. Then she pulled out an old binder, flipping through the pages.<\/p>\n
Finally, she looked up, her expression unreadable.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m sorry,\u201d she said slowly. \u201cWe have no record of you here.\u201d<\/p>\n
The air left my lungs. \u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you sure this is the right orphanage?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes!\u201d I insisted, my voice rising. \u201cThis is the place. My dad took me here every year. He showed me this place!\u201d<\/p>\n
She shook her head. \u201cIf you had been here, we would have records. But there\u2019s nothing. I\u2019m so sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n
I felt like the ground had been ripped out from under me.<\/p>\n
The car ride home was silent. Matt kept glancing at me, his concern obvious, but I couldn\u2019t speak.<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you okay?\u201d he finally asked.<\/p>\n
I stared out the window. \u201cNo. I need answers.\u201d<\/p>\n
And I knew exactly where to get them.<\/p>\n
When we pulled up to my dad\u2019s house, I didn\u2019t hesitate. I marched up the steps and pounded on the door.<\/p>\n
He opened it, his face lined with surprise. \u201cHey, what are you doing here?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI went to the orphanage,\u201d I said, my voice shaking with fury. \u201cThey don\u2019t have any record of me. Why would they say that?\u201d<\/p>\n
For a moment, he didn\u2019t move. Then, he let out a long, weary sigh and stepped back. \u201cCome in.\u201d<\/p>\n
I barely waited for him to sit down before I demanded, \u201cTell me the truth. Right now.\u201d<\/p>\n
He rubbed a hand over his face, looking suddenly older. \u201cI knew this day would come.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat are you talking about?\u201d I snapped. \u201cWhy did you lie to me?\u201d<\/p>\n
He was silent for so long that my pulse roared in my ears. Then, in a voice so low I almost didn\u2019t hear him, he said the words that shattered everything I had ever known.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou weren\u2019t adopted. You\u2019re your mother\u2019s child\u2026 but not mine.\u201d<\/p>\n
My heart stopped. \u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe had an affair,\u201d he admitted, his voice bitter. \u201cWhen she got pregnant, she begged me to stay. I agreed, but I couldn\u2019t look at you without seeing what she did to me. So I made up the adoption story.\u201d<\/p>\n
The room spun. \u201cYou\u2026 you lied to me for my entire life?\u201d<\/p>\n
He wouldn\u2019t meet my eyes. \u201cI was angry. I thought\u2026 maybe if you believed you weren\u2019t mine, it would be easier for me to accept. Maybe I wouldn\u2019t hate her so much. It was stupid. I\u2019m sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n
I was shaking. \u201cYou faked the adoption papers?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
The betrayal was suffocating. The teasing, the comments, the orphanage visits\u2014it was never about me. It was about him. His pain. His resentment.<\/p>\n
I stood up, my legs unsteady beneath me. \u201cI can\u2019t do this,\u201d I whispered. \u201cI was just a kid. I didn\u2019t deserve this.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know,\u201d he said, his voice breaking. \u201cI know I failed you.\u201d<\/p>\n
Matt stood too, his jaw tight as he glared at my father. \u201cCome on,\u201d he said softly. \u201cLet\u2019s go.\u201d<\/p>\n
As we walked to the door, my dad\u2019s voice called after me. \u201cI\u2019m sorry! I really am!\u201d<\/p>\n
But I didn\u2019t turn around.<\/p>\n
For the first time in my life, I was walking away from the past. And this time, I wasn\u2019t looking back.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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