Did you know you were adopted?
All my life my Mom raised me and my sister as her own without wavering. We were her own; she
was our Mom. We thought our Dad was our Dad, but it seems he was something else.
It was the last visit with him that confirmed it. He was incapacitated and obviously the end wasn’t
far off when he asked me if I knew I was adopted.
I told him Mom told me when I was a kid, but I guess he wasn’t around enough then to have cared
about details like that. I am curious why he would ask about something so elemental in a family
relationship at such a point. He had paid support for us through growing up etc, not to mention
homage to fatherhood all those years, yet at the end still needed to rub in the fact I wasn’t his
real son, as if I didn’t know it.
Considering that my Mom’s sister has all adopted sons and daughters, it became rather
accepted that we, the adopted, were equal siblings unto this world. BEHOLD thee..IT IS AN
UNTRUTH. At my father’s funeral his brother and sister in-law both asked me if I knew I was
adopted. I could barely withhold my incredulessness..but considering the audacious ignorance
of themselves, I merely replied with “yes”…but I was thinking, “Yes, Dumb-ass Cock-suckers”.
So I guess that’s what I have to say to family members, or anyone else, that places importance
on whether a kid is adopted or not.
Tom Daly, adopted son