It was a special day for me as I was going to celebrate my 21st birthday. I was happy with all the arrangements. Suddenly I saw a paper kept under the beautifully decorated box with the shinning ribbon flowers.
“It must be a gift from my mom”I thought .
My eyes sparkled with happiness and eagerly I stepped forward . I looked around to get the clue but there was no one in the room except me. I picked up the paper and started reading. Suddenly the high waves of emotions tear me apart . The ship in which I was sailing was not belonging to me anymore.
Dear Andy
We have never imagined our life without you but we can’t be so selfish. We can’t keep the truth hidden from you for long. Twenty years back, on the same day,
we got blessed with a flower though it was not belonging to us.Yes, it was belonging to someone else’s garden.
We started cherishing every moment of our life seeing it growing. We never had an autumn thereafter. It spreads its fragrance in way that we forgot all our pains.But now,that flower is at his full bloom and free to choose his way.
Not belonging to us…..these words were echoing in my mind.
The memories of my childhood was flashing in front of my eyes. The moments of holding hands of my parents and walking towards the school.
A handmade chocolates made by mom especially for me…
The beautiful card I made for her on mother’s day…
Watching a movie with dad….. Long 21 years My heart was not ready to accept the truth.
At the end ,an address was written
Mr David Brown
#279
Street 2…..
Suddenly I stopped reading….should I read the address futher. Why should I ? I had no courage to read the complete address nor I wanted to. For me, it was meaningless as the life had been so wonderful through out these years that nothing could replace it. We were standing together as a strong mountain against the hard winds of the life.
It is not important where the seed has come from,what matter is the place where it is growing , the soil which is nourishing it …the air which is helping it to breathe.
They are the one who gave me a reason to live and smile, moments to cherish. I had a final look though I had already taken a decision.
As I took a turn I felt the two pure souls standing behind me with emptiness in their eyes.
I threw that paper on floor and gave them a warm hug. None of us spoke a word but the vibration of feelings and warmth of the love passed through the three bodies.
- Do you agree with the decision made by Andy? Or He should have left his foster parents?
- One more thing ,suggest an another tittle for this story as per your perspective.
Looking forward to read your comments ……?????
Completely agree…
Thank you ??
Is this real story of yours??
Not mine but someone whom I know….
Hmm…”Real parent” my title for this story… Parenting is all about nurturing…It’s much more than just simply giving birth…?
You are right….I completely agree with you.
It’s easy to gv birth but its really difficult to be a parent. And the real journey starts from thereon….
Real parents are the one who nurtures not the one who gives birth…I knw many parents who simply gv birth but failed to nurture… ?
A child can become a good human being and can give its positive contribution to the society only if is nurtured with good values, love and care.
He will never leave if you have bound him with your true love.
True… Parents & Teachers plays a very imp role in shaping the mentality of the person… During its formative years he learns how to think, which decides how he will evolve as a person…
As an adopted child, by my father, I have known of my adoption for about thirty years. Never have I had the inclination to seek my biological dad. The man that sacrificed his time, love and energy whilst I grew is the man I know as my dad, and I see no reason other than curiosity to change that. And I think we all know that killed the cat!
I respect your feelings Chris and I feel that he must have given you more than everything which possibly a father can give and that’s why you can’t imagine your life without him. A big salute to you and your father.
Thank you
Unfortunately the society always blame the parents for not treating the adopted child like their own and there is a need to change the opinion of such people.
I have been blessed with a daughter that was not my own. I love her unconditionally, as she chose to accept me as her father.
Sir, you have all my respect today! May the almighty shower his blessings upon your perfect family!
Your kindness is warmly received, and I return such blessing upon yourself and yours.
This stirred up so many emotions deep and I’m in tears typing this comment on this heartwarming piece of writing! Andy did the right thing I suppose.. home is where happiness is! ?✌
Thank you for reading, Chaos…Yes,you have rightly described the home. One must feel the happiness in the relationships. Sometimes these relationships are more stronger than blood relationships.
Exactly.. I’d name this piece “The Wild Flower”
What an amazing title !!!
The wild flower bloomed in way that it touched every human heart!!!
The wild flower finally bloomed in it’s own garden!
Yes he made the right decision. Life is what you make it. Sounds like they made a great one.
Life or Something Like It
Thank you dear for replying. I really appreciate your point of view. Indeed it’s in our hands how we take our lives.
I really enjoyed reading this… Great story?… Hoping for more of such kind ?
Thank you Ben……Surely you will get more in future
Hope you are enjoying being here and getting ready for your next post
Yeah it feels great to be here, reading post and blogs of a well trained pen is an awesome thing to do.
And for my next post, I still can’t decide what to write? but hopefully I guess I’ll scribble soon.
We would love to read your scribbling too….????keep writing!!!
Amazing and wonderful… Parents can’t be parents only by their biological identity – the significance of the words “Mom” and “Dad” is far more than that. Though the reasons behind leaving Andy by his biological parents are unknown, still – any reason can’t reduce the amount of love and affection by his foster parents.
So, this decision was absolutely right – because they are the one who caressed and nurtured this young sapling with all their sweats and tears to make their child a big, strong tree. 🙂
I would have given this piece the title – “Finding Home”
Thanks Nemo for spending your time to read and giving your opinion and I completely agree with you. ☺
I liked the title given by you.
This is such a good story. And I agree with Andy’s decision. It doesn’t matter who gave birth to you, the one that matters is who raised you and who taught you to be you. But it’s not always too late to give your biological parents a second chance, right?
Really love this one! Hope to see more from you ?
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Thanks Jerah for giving your views….
Indeed he could think about giving a chance to his biological parents but keeping a same relationship with foster parents…. I have visited your posts and I am feeling good to meet you.?
Thank you soooo much! ❤
This touched my heart so deep :’) loved it❤️ keep it up
Everything is very open with a very clear description of the issues. It was truly informative. Your site is very helpful. Thanks for sharing!
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I agree with Andy.
If he wanted to explore and find his real parents, that would have been ok too.
Kelly
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I think my title would be “Defining family” as this story plays around with the idea of biological but unknown and non-bio. What really makes family? Interesting story, would love to read more
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I partially agree with the decision. Stay with your foster parents because those are your real parents. The ones who cannot be replaced in you heart, but I also feel a person owes it to them self just to know who they really are and where they come from. There could be medical histories or certain traits that Andy may be able to better understand after meeting his birth parent. They’ll know things about what is in his blood that his real parents won’t know. Some people don’t care, but that’s what I would do. I think a good name for this story would be “Parental Decisions”
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Great read thaank you
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