I was Adopted

MY LIFE

I was raised in an urban area in a busy street in Manila, Philippines. My childhood was definetely a good one, a good education, nice friends, a good housing and the best sense of the country culture. I was the youngest in our family of 9 and was always the priority in an any given situation. My parents gave most of their attention to me than the rest of my brothers and sisters, being the youngest, I was the “pet” of everyone. Contented with what I had, I managed to continue experiencing a not so luxurious living but above average with the common.. Our family is somewhat intact until each one of us has to one or another live our own, settling down and raising a family of our own.

Dramatic changes occurred when both of my parents died unexpectedly by accidents. They were the biggest loss I ever had. The family gatherings were not complete without the old folks around. Some of my brothers and their family began to make alibis why they can’t attend (not unlike if our parents are still alive, it’s a must!) and eventually fed up with the idea. We started to see each others less frequent and ocassionally.

THE GRAND REUNION

We decided to have a Grand Family Reunion marking the 5th year death anniversary of our parents. All the family members were there, both from our mother’s and father’s sides. The occasion ran smoothly until an aunt from my mother’s side asked how much and what we inherited from our parents. So one by one stood up and talked about it, and me being the youngest had the biggest share. She commented how come I got the largest share, since I’m not an original. And she was pulled from her arms by her husband out of the scene. I was so surprised hearing such phrases. And the scene keeps on bugging me so I decided to talk to her personally what she knows about me.

Weeks after the incident, went to her delapidated smelly apartment, (that used to be our property until mother gave it to them) and tried to seek answers to my question: What did she mean that evening? Before stating the conversation, she requested me if I can buy something to drink, a booze or whiskey in a nearby grocery store, which I did, just to get some answers. Taking some shots from the bottle, she told me how my mother loved me so much and would do anything for me. And I was so lucky to have her, couldn’t agree with her more. She looked at me from head to toe then straight into my eyes after dinking half way the bottle and told me: “My God! You really look like your Dad”. No, I don’t. I look like more of mom! “I mean your real Dad!” I started to get confusions and my voice was trembling in tones as I realize what this is all about. I sat down for a while, took some deep breaths looking at her enjoying her drink.

THE TRUTH

She was bomb with few less sips from the bottle when her husband came and took her in the bedroom. He apologized to me and told me that everything I heard that night was nothing but caused by the alcohol she had that night. From the room I can hear her shouting “ Tell him who he really is… tell him!” Such words are enough for me to conclude a shattering truth! He gasped, and pause for a minute and I felt my body shaking in tension. I grabbed the bottle and finished it off and asked the question…

Yes, I was adopted. My biological father happens to be my Uncle too… my father’s brother. He passed away several years before they died. I missed his funeral. What was I doing those times? Nearly 18, enjoying my youth with some good friends’ company! If I only knew he was my father, then I should pay some respect by showing in his funeral, but I didn’t. The fact could be more useful that time. At least I could have thanked him for bringing me into life, even in a closed casket. I could cry a tear or two having missed the chances of being with him in his last days. Maybe share some boy stuffs or talk about girls. I just don’t get it. Why hide all these? How about Mom, was she really my mom?

To be continued….

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In The Doghouse 8 years ago from California

Wow! That would be a real shock to find out! Can't wait to hear the rest...did you write about it? My mother-in-law was married before she married my father-in-law and carried that secret to her grave too... what secrets lurk in our family trees....one may never know. Great Hub.


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lancedimetri 8 years ago from Philippines Author

It's almost finished in draft. You'll be the one to know when I publish it. Thanks.


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glassvisage 8 years ago from Northern California

It seems more unusual to be adopted after having known your parents... but it seems like you're doing well!


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lancedimetri 8 years ago from Philippines Author

glassvisage,

I'm somehow gald that I did, but thing is...I have not expressed my deep gratitude for them on giving me life. And I miss all those hugs that should have been mine for support and comfort. I thank my known parents of such upbringing and the reasons I am here right now...doing quite well...thanks..


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TetonRose 8 years ago from Utah

Very interesting! I suspect such life events happen much more frequently than we realize. I have had some experience with such events and they can initially be very unsettling, to say the least.

Sometimes it helps to go to the grave of the birth parent (or person for whom you are grieving) and there directly express your love and appreciation for them. You will not be able to see them, or hear them respond, but you may then feel the peace you are seeking. Incidentally, I do believe they can hear you!

--TetonRose


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lancedimetri 8 years ago from Philippines Author

TetonRose,

I also have that feeling that if they're still living today, they would be proud of me. That's why in my own little success, I always think and them for such a wonderful life. Thanks for the enlightenment.


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zylla3philippines 8 years ago from Anaheim, CA

Lucky you...at least you had known someone that made things right for you.


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lancedimetri 8 years ago from Philippines Author

zylla3philippines,

Thanks, I consider myself lucky having them, for making me, me. The guidance, the molding, the education,- my life, everything is almost wonderful....


zacary 8 years ago

So what are you now? what are you talking about your little succes? where are you now? what do you do? whos providing for the kids? whats wonderful about you being left by your wife? Your education is only stuck in your resume!


John 7 years ago

Hi! VEry interesting story you have. I blessed with your life. Blessing


Ben 7 years ago

zacary,

Why sour graping to this man's success??? I bet you're not that successful or you are a total failure! you know this man? Be proud of him just by knowing.. chill out. Don't compare yourself to him... the way you talk... you are less.!!!


Alfred 7 years ago

scary zacary,

Man, you're full of hatred. Know this guy? Think Ben is right. Been to the same school? Maybe not, you don't speak the same language. I can't wait to read the second part, the way you reacted. Any relation with this guy? Think he's cool. With all he has now.


Alfred 7 years ago

scary zacary,

Man, you're full of hatred. Know this guy? Think Ben is right. Been to the same school? Maybe not, you don't speak the same language. I can't wait to read the second part, the way you reacted. Any relation with this guy? Think he's cool. With all he has now.


Alfred 7 years ago

scary zacary,

Man, you're full of hatred. Know this guy? Think Ben is right. Been to the same school? Maybe not, you don't speak the same language. I can't wait to read the second part, the way you reacted. Any relation with this guy? Think he's cool. With all he has now.


DWAINE 4 years ago

OMG! Almost the same story here. Adopted guys are cool. We are lucky to survive! The reason why. God Bless us Lance and all the adopted.

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