Chapter 2

Searching for a long time but could find nothing about my birth mother. I threw my keyboard across my bedroom. How could there be nothing about her like she never existed? I heard a slight knock on the door; I knew it was my father, but I still wasn’t ready to face him yet.

So, I said nothing, but he cracked the door enough to bring his head in. “Bug, can we come in for a moment, please?”

  Looking at him for a moment before I shook my head yes. He opened the door wider, and he and my mother walked in.

They can and sat on the end of my bed, “Bug, I know you’re upset with your mother and I but please understand we didn’t want to lose you or think that you weren’t loved.”

Sitting up. “You lied to me, though. We have never lied to each other before. I have been completely honest with you. I have never lied.”

             My mother started crying again. “I know we lied, but we were just scared. I didn’t want to lose you. Your father and I couldn’t have our own children, so when we found you, we thought it was a blessing from God himself.”

That shocked me. They never told me they couldn’t have kids.

I thought they were just waiting until I was older to have another child. “Why did my mother leave me? Did she not want me?”

Crying immediately after those words left my mouth.

My mother embraced me. “My sweet girl, this I don’t know the adoption agency didn’t give us much information about your birth mother or your father. Honestly, they kind of just pushed for us to take you, which we didn’t have a problem with it because we fell in love with you as soon as we saw you.”

 Crying in my mother’s arms for quite some time before we separated.

I’m shocked, but you’re still my parents and I love you.

They looked at me, “We know that bug we’re not expecting for you to forgive us, but I hope you understand why we waited and tell you.”

Nodding my head. My father kneeled in front of me like he had for so many years. “Bug, did you still want to do the party for your birthday tomorrow or should we postpone it for now?”

I still want to have a party, it’s my 18th birthday. My father chuckled and said they’ll put my plate in the microwave when I’m ready.

Smiling and before they go to the door “Mom and Dad, what was the name of the adoption agency you guys got me from?”

Without hesitation, they both reply, “Sacred Fire adoption in Tanzania.”

Then they walked out of my room, closing the door behind them. Why were they in Tanzania? Hmm, I got off my bed picking up the keyboard. I launched across the room, then sat back down at my computer.

                    Immediately started looking for Sacred Fire in Tanzania. Looking around for hours, but could not find it. This is so damn frustrating it’s not like a whole agency can just disappear. I walked to my bed, flopping down on it once again. Not realizing how sleepy I was, I sat up, realizing I haven’t eaten since this morning. I need to eat and shower before I sleep, or I will end up waking up early. Walking out of my room, going down the stairs and into the kitchen, I just pressed the reheat button on the microwave. Walking over to the fridge, I grabbed my favorite juice, Pineapple coconut.

My parents told me I was disgusting to drink it. But I loved the taste of it. Once the microwave dinged, I opened it up, only now realizing my mother made me my favorite soup. Steak and potato soup and she made it homemade because she made the steak pink in the middle just like I liked it. Scarfing down my food before taking my dishes to the sink and washing them. Once I was done washing, drying, and putting my dishes up. I went back upstairs and into my room; I had my own my bathroom, so I went straight to my bathroom turn on my shower as hot as it would go. Stripping my clothes off, putting them in my dirty clothes basket before looking at myself in the mirror.

I never thought I was pretty, but Temperence says I am the most beautiful woman she has ever seen. My complexion was fair skinned, I never got acne, my teeth were always white and straight, I had long blonde hair with a rare eye color being my dominant feature. My doctor says it’s a genetic thing. I just always thought it came from my dad’s side. One eye was Violet, and one was pure white. Even though some thought my body was hourglass-shaped with symmetrical breasts and ample buttocks, I didn’t like it. It made it hard shopping for clothes sometimes. Once I had quite admired myself in the mirror, I jumped into the shower. I realized my mom had put a fresh bottle of my favorite shampoo and conditioner in the shower. It smelled of the rainforest in the morning, and it was amazing. I relaxed in the shower until my body pruned before getting out.

Drying myself off as well as my hair before putting a nightgown on and climbing into my bed. Tomorrow I will officially be an adult. I told my parents I wanted to wait to go to college and be able to explore the world, and they were ok with that.  My birthday is on October 13th and I always got teased by kids who called it Michael Myers’ birthday. But one of the older boys in the neighborhood always beat up the other kids for teasing me until he moved away with his family.

     Hopefully, sleep will find me quickly because I am exhausted from all the crying. Within moments, my eyes started getting heavy and I could drift off into a deep sleep.