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The Search for My Real Parents
#WritcoStoryPrompt21
"My dear child,
I know you had your doubts about your birth. I couldn't tell you while I was alive so I left you this letter. Your real parents live in..."
I stared at the unfinished letter in shock. How was I supposed to find my true identity? The contents of the letter were not surprising to me but my father actually left me a puzzle to solve without any piece solved. I had tried to discover who my biological parents were when he was still alive but whenever I ask questions about them, my father gave evasive answers to my questions.
I started my findings immediately. I checked his chest of drawers and shelves but nothing helpful was there. My father had a younger brother so I went to ask about my biological parents but he was not helpful either. My father had not confided in anyone about where he got me. Although my mother had died seven years ago, I had to ask her relatives too. That was not helpful either. She equally did not confide in any of her siblings.
At that point, I knew discovering my real parents would be difficult.
I turned to my only close friend for advice. He seemed more exposed to the world than I was. He thought over it and suggested I recheck my parents' belongings for anything that I did not know, be it a name, an address or a picture. I had many of it - names I...
"My dear child,
I know you had your doubts about your birth. I couldn't tell you while I was alive so I left you this letter. Your real parents live in..."
I stared at the unfinished letter in shock. How was I supposed to find my true identity? The contents of the letter were not surprising to me but my father actually left me a puzzle to solve without any piece solved. I had tried to discover who my biological parents were when he was still alive but whenever I ask questions about them, my father gave evasive answers to my questions.
I started my findings immediately. I checked his chest of drawers and shelves but nothing helpful was there. My father had a younger brother so I went to ask about my biological parents but he was not helpful either. My father had not confided in anyone about where he got me. Although my mother had died seven years ago, I had to ask her relatives too. That was not helpful either. She equally did not confide in any of her siblings.
At that point, I knew discovering my real parents would be difficult.
I turned to my only close friend for advice. He seemed more exposed to the world than I was. He thought over it and suggested I recheck my parents' belongings for anything that I did not know, be it a name, an address or a picture. I had many of it - names I...
