A Blessing In Disguise

As I stared at my mother and father, I sensed their tension, and my stomach churned. “We’ve been meaning to tell you this for some time,” Dad said. “You see, we are your foster parents. Your father ran away right after you were born. Your mother had a nervous breakdown and was placed in an institution.”

Reality set in quickly. I learned my biological mother had recently made a miraculous recovery. At the state officials’

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She knew all about me, and I knew nothing about her. I didn’t really understand where I belonged anymore. The confusion took its own course as, together, we learned about our different journeys and made a pact to stay connected in the future.

I started thinking of the secrets I’d have to keep.

Over that weekend, we found out that although we were different in many ways, we had so much in common, especially how we both love to laugh, take risks, and accept people at face value. insistence, a meeting was arranged between my sister, my biological mother, and me which forced the unpleasant conversation upon us. I didn’t feel as lonely anymore having Debbie beside me. Debbie hugged me as I got out of the car, and asked, “Can I introduce you as my little sister?” In that moment, everything turned right side up again in my world.

During my junior year in high school, Debbie invited me to visit her at college. I just didn’t want to accept this other family into my life. How could I tell people about this other mother and sister? After all, I still lived with my now “foster” parents.

It turned out my new sister, Debbie, who was slightly older, had known about me for a few years and now wanted to spend time getting to know me.

Common topics in this essay:
Beaver Nerd, University Debbie, Blessing Disguise, foster parents, biological mother, little sister, couldnt share, mother sister,

Approximate Word count = 875
Approximate Pages = 4 (250 words per page double spaced)

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