The surprise turned out to be a hiking trip. "You alright?", dad asked me. I was panting and sweating. But it was fun.
It was just me, mom and dad. Ted had to meet a friend and Phoebe had plans with our cousin, Ava. We've been walking for the past one hour. Dad and mom had been firing random questions at me. They are trying to understand me , I think. It felt like they were trying to make up for the lost years. Fair enough.
"I'm fine dad." I replied. He was walking in front of me and my mother was behind me. We had reached a stream. "Let's take a break." dad says as he passes me a water bottle. We settle down on a picnic blanket and feast on the sandwiches. I've opted for the ham and cheese sandwich. "Tell us something about your childhood.". Uh-huh. I don't like to talk about my childhood. But if I tell him that, then he'll ask me more questions. "I rarely spoke as a child. I was very quite when I got adopted. It took my mom's incredible patience and my dad's gentleness to get me to open my mouth.".My parents exchange a look. "Why didn't you talk?",
mom asks me.
"I was afraid.". "Of what? Talking?", my dad pushes. "I don't know." I leave it at that. "I remember you," I tell my dad. "What do you mean?". "I mean I remember your face a little bit. I remember you playing with me. And I remember walking towards you.". "Really?
You remember me?" dads face splits into a beautiful smile. " 's how I knew that I could trust you.". "I'm glad.".
"What about the time before your adoption? Do you remember about that time? What had happened?" my mom asks. My heartbeat increases. Oh I remember that time a little too well. I dream about it all the time. Or, should I say, nightmares. "I'd rather not talk about it.". I tell her. "Why?" dad asks quickly. Oh god. I should've just lied and said that I didn't remember anything about that time in my life. But I don't want to lie to them. "Please don't ask me about it. I don't want to talk about it.". They exchange looks again. "Honey,
you can talk to us about anything, you know that right? Tell me, is it that bad?". There is no way out of it now.
"I'll talk about it. But not now. Some other time. Please. I'm just not comfortable talking about it right now." I beg them. "Ok. You don't have to talk about it right now. But will you tell us? Some other time, not today." my dad asks. "Yes. Ok.". Oh god now I have to tell them. I'll have to find a way to avoid that topic completely. But I know that I'll have to tell them the truth about my past and the reason for my nightmares.
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