A New Beginning (Part 1)

~*~*~* O.k. This is a story I wrote for my writing class. It was put into a contest, and made it pretty darn far. Note that this is actually a true expierence(mine) so don't be cruel or I will just delete it all together. Anyway, here it is....

A New Beginning

Usually on the day before school starts, I’m at home relaxing, taking in my last moments before all the chaos engulfs me. But this was no usual day. I was on my way up to the University of Dayton to uncover a mystery, one that had been with me for eighteen years. As I sat in the passenger seat, while my dad drove, thoughts raced through my mind. What if I find her, or what if I don’t, is this wasted effort? My thoughts were interrupted when I saw the sign for Miami Valley Hospital. Oh my goodness, that’s where I was born, I had never seen the hospital before, but it was part of my life. As we pulled into the campus parking lot, butterflies fluttered in my stomach. We got out and walked to the main desk of their library, and asked for a copy of the 1984 yearbook. “Okay, look for a Denise that looks like you,” my dad said, and we began.
We went through 1983, 1984, and up through 1987. Then I saw it, she had dark hair, her name was Denise, her last name was Italian, and to top it off she had a dimple in her chin, just like me. “This could be her,” I squealed. We copied her picture, thanked the student for her help and left the building. Driving back I couldn’t help but smile, I had face to go with the name.
From that moment on, everything would just hit me like a ton of bricks. Events would not slowly unfold, allowing time for me to adjust to the news. No, everything would happen in the next two to three days and would change my life forever.
My dad for the next few days took on the personality of an F.B.I. agent. He searched for information, questioned people about what they knew and pieced together evidence he had collected. Finally it all fell into place. Who would have thought that one little overlooked piece of information could lead to such a search. Then one night my dad announced that he had the phone number of her brother. My parents took me aside and asked if this was what I wanted. They knew that this was a big step, and it might not be her. I wanted this so bad, I wanted to know where I came from, and everything else that had been brewing for eighteen years. I gave the go ahead, and they made the call. I remember sitting in our study, staring off into space just talking to God. I remember begging to Him, let this be her, let my mind and heart finally relax. At that moment every sound seemed to magnified one hundred times. I could hear the click of the phone as it went back into it’s cradle and the footsteps of my parents as the came down the hallway toward me. Their shadows filled the entrance to the study, and then they came into view. “Sarah, I want you to know that we love you.” I manage a weak mumble. “Sarah, we found your birthmom. That was her brother I talked to. He couldn’t believe it had already been eighteen years.”
At that moment the flood gates opened and everything I had been holding back rushed forward. At first I felt joy and relief , but then I felt nervous and sick. My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it pulsating through my body. There were no words that could describe what I experienced that night and even now when I try to explain it, I can’t, it’s too complicated. All I can say is that it was a wonderful yet frightening sensation.
My parents exchanged numbers with her brother, and he promised to tell her. After that my mom talked to her, asking questions that only she could know and vice versa. I have still not talked to her directly because I feel that would be a big shock to my system. Through writing back and forth though, I have learned that I have a bigger family that I could have ever imagined, and they even look like me. I definitely don’t have that with my blond hair, blue eyed brother. I also discovered that there were many obstacles that faced my birthmom, and she overcame them, and didn’t let them stop her. It feels great to know that she has a sense of closure and reassurance, knowing that I have always loved her and never felt anger toward her. She made a hard decision and I thank her for it and I know my family does as well. At times I felt lost, and I know she probably felt the same way, but God was right there guiding us, even when I couldn’t see Him. I can’t thank Him enough for this new life he’s opened up to me. It’s an experience not only I will enjoy, but my whole family can be involved . You can never have too many people who love you and want to take care of you, and I see that now. This experience has encouraged me to never give up on something I want.