#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?
How else, except through being alone for a while, could I ever discover who I really was?
Although as an adopted person, once you find out about that 'other' side of yourself, it's almost like you've found out who you really are.
But how else could I ever know who I really am and where I was going if I had no idea about anything or anyone.
Who Am I? what's happened to my parents, what had they been through, the courage shown, the costs paid, to be where I am today?
But in spite of all my self-doubts, I had a very strong sense of who I was.
To others I might have been a mystery, personal in my journey but social in all I seek; you wouldn't believe the depth of longing in my heart....