Internal musings and thoughts

Notarized

      I was searching through files in my home today looking for non-important items. I came across a

certificate that had me jumping all over the place. I had been told I was forty-three by an investigator who

had done searches. He didn't have much info other than that. I guess I had been left on a church doorstep

a while ago.

    I know this sounds like stuff made of movies, but that is the info that has been passed down. The

certificate I found wasn't a birth certificate but a note that was notary stamped stating that I was born in

nineteen eighty-nine. I couldn't believe how in a matter of minutes I went from being forty-three to having

twenty years stripped off. If that isn't a cause for celebration I don't know what is. The celebration is on.

    I would love to find my birth parents because I don't believe they are dead. I was told they were dead by

a caretaker at the church. I wasn't quite sure if I believed the caretaker. I had a bad vibe about her with how

she carried herself . Her attitude was so ugly that I counted the days until I could say goodbye.

    I believe that caretaker is still there to this day. I don't think anyone believed my complaints. I wasn't the

greatest urchin that stepped foot in their halls. I wanted to be on my own, and not under the rule of anyone

who isn't my family. The day that I left was a celebration for me.

    I waved at that caretaker trying to hide the sneer that crept across my mouth. She didn't say much,

didn't do much, and turned away when I got out of the gate. I was ready to start a new journey in my life.

That journey included trying to find my parents. I know they are alive.

    I won't give up hope, and look forward to the day when I can hug them. The past was absent of any

affection, love, kindness, and warmth. I vow that I will do things differently when I start my family. I will not

leave anyone on church steps. I am motivated by what my future looks like.

    I will start searching for more information on who I am, where I came from, who my parents are, and who

my siblings are. I want to know why I was left at the church. I have forgiven those who saw fit to abandon

me.

    I'm not going to hold any animosity towards those in the past. I have much more integrity than that.

The day couldn't have gone any better. Knowing that I'm younger than what I, and everyone else thought is

awesome. I'm going to celebrate for a while. I'm walking tall, strong, and life is great. There is a great song

titled, "Celebration" which is my theme song.



********* This is a fiction piece *********