When I was growing up I used to think I was adopted. Sometimes it was more of a wish. Like, I wished I was adopted. I used to think that Mum and Dad were a bit cray cray.
I would wait until Mum and Dad and my 2 sisters would be in bed and snoring and I would get up and ‘go on the prowl’ through the house going through all of Mum and Dad’s secret draws and spaces. My Dad’s filing cabinet would get raided looking for the adoption papers, the china cabinet in the good lounge room got raided for my first baby teeth, I would also sneakily look down the back of the lounge and Dad’s chair for spare change and coins.
I never found the adoption papers.
In hindsight this was quite stupid, my sisters and I look so much alike and all of us have some physical traits that come from both Mum and Dad. i.e. Laura and I got nice slender ankles whilst Aimee got Cankles. Or ‘Canks’ as I like to call them. We all got the same smile however I got Dad’s crooked teeth.
Thinking about it now, I don’t know how I would have reacted if I did find out that my sisters weren’t my sisters….I suspect not very well.
