Until one day, my father said something to me that made me doubt the whole world. I remember it was my 17th birthday and I received an electronic keyboard from my father. I cherish this gift as if I were carrying the most precious thing in the world. But when I happily told my father that I was going to be a musician in the future, he was silent for a while, and finally sighed deeply and said, "Son, you need to know the truth, you have been deceived." ”
I couldn't believe it, I had always believed that my grandfather was a very knowledgeable person, and I didn't understand why I was deceived. But my dad told me a fact, a fact that shocked me - I wasn't the granddaughter of the grandfather I always thought I was a kid, I was adopted by a strange uncle. And that uncle now lives with me, and he is still my husband.
I was speechless with shock, I didn't know if it was true or not. But I deeply felt the weight and truth of my father's words, and I decided to go to my grandfather and hear what was going on. But when I found my grandfather, he avoided me and kept avoiding me. Little by little, my heart was torn to shreds, and I felt like my whole world was crumbling.
I decided to go to the uncle, but he kept avoiding me and wouldn't meet me. I began to wonder if all this was true, I began to doubt my own background, I began to wonder if this person who loved me was my family.
"I was just cheated on by my grandfather. I was just fooled by you. I muttered to myself in the mirror. At the same time, my physical condition gradually became unusual, and my dad noticed my abnormality before telling me the truth about the whole thing.
"It was the uncle who urged it. "That's the last thing I heard. The man he believed in like iron eventually changed his mind.
And just like that, under the intricate explanations of my parents, I finally understood everything. I want to give an account to my grandfather, and I want to give an account to my father and mother.
That night, I had a long conversation with my grandfather. He sat in his chair with guilt and helplessness written on his face. I stood in front of him, and my chest ached. He finally spoke up and confessed to me what had happened.
I learned that my real parents had both died in an accident when I was young, and that uncle was a good friend of theirs, and when he learned the news, he took pity on the orphan and brought me back to his home. And people are small and cannot be distinguished, and it is said that there is nothing unusual from childhood to adulthood. Later, the uncle moved out of the area due to a job transfer. And when he left, I learned that he was not my biological father. In this way, I was misled all my life.
I can understand my grandfather's evasion at the time, probably because he was afraid that he would hurt me by speaking out. And I chose to believe in another person.
But even this truth can't explain why he lied to me back then, and why he wantonly made a fool of his daughter. When I asked my grandfather why he didn't tell my uncle whose biological daughter I was, he just kept silent. The incomprehension of this matter frustrated me, and I began to doubt everything that was going on with my relatives. In this way, I began to become apathetic, and my warm home became strange to me.
In order to calm down the turmoil, my father and mother decided to go with me to find the uncle. I didn't know what it meant to do this, and an indescribable sense of loss hung over me in the face of a stranger. However, when I saw the uncle, I suddenly felt a sense of relief in the face of his eyes. He looked at me with a tenderness in his eyes that seemed to be seeing a loved one.
"I'm sorry. He said softly.
I threw myself into his arms without hesitation, perhaps because of the strength of family affection, or because of the honesty in his eyes. At this moment, I seemed to have regained the warmth that I had lost for a long time.
"We're all here for your good. Dad suddenly interjected into the conversation, his tone full of apologies.
I deeply understand that family affection may be lost, but in the end, it will be redeemed in mutual repentance and forgiveness. All I need now is this honesty and understanding. Although the pain in my heart will not disappear instantly, I am convinced that everything now will bear the hope of a new life.
I felt like the whole world was collapsing. I couldn't believe that my grandfather had lied to me, and it was even harder to accept that my biological parents would do such a thing for some reason. I felt betrayed, and my heart was filled with anger and pain.
For days, I had poor sleep quality and frequent nightmares. I dreamed that I was abandoned in a dark and damp place, surrounded by shadows, and only a person whose face could not be seen clearly kept pushing me into the abyss. I wake up from these nightmares in a cold sweat. I can't feel at ease.
My physical condition is also getting worse and worse, and my parents see it, but they don't give me any explanation or comfort. I began to wonder if this family could not accommodate me.
That day, I suddenly felt unusually dizzy and nauseous, and I curled up in bed and moaned in pain. My parents anxiously took me to the hospital, and after a series of tests, the doctors were shocked to tell us that I was actually pregnant, and that I had been pregnant for several months. The news came like a bolt from the blue, and I felt stupid. I was so young, in the stage of reading and exploring life, how could I be prepared to be a mother! I felt deeply panicked and helpless.
My parents and uncle have always been there for me, but embarrassment and silence have become the longest way to communicate with each other. I felt lonely, scared and confused, and I didn't know what I was going to do next, how I was going to face this reality.
For a long time, I was deeply in my own pain. The atmosphere at home is also becoming more and more oppressive. My uncle became more and more indifferent to me, and his eyes were full of avoidance and detachment. Mom and Dad didn't get as close to me as they used to, and the conversation on the phone became rusty. I know they didn't mean to, but I can't let go.
When I finally decided to face all this, a new paradoxical event occurred. My uncle started to behave badly towards me, and his behavior made me feel uneasy and scared. I tried to ask for help, but they called it bothering me and advised me not to think about it. I began to discover some secrets of my family, and some suspicions gradually surfaced. I began to understand that maybe the whole family was hiding a secret that no one was told.
Despite the fear in my heart, I decided to face it all. I don't want to be silent, I want to seek the truth. My family, which used to be my safe haven, is now like a labyrinth that overwhelms me. I don't know what the next path holds, but I can't afford to be stuck in this mystery anymore. I need to unravel the truth of all this.
Much later, as I was gradually reconciling with my loved ones, I heard news that shocked me. I found out that the man I called Uncle was not my biological father, but my stepfather. This truth sent waves through my heart. I was alone in my dorm room, thinking about it all, and I couldn't calm down with the ambivalence in my heart.
I began to miss that home when I was a child, the good times my grandparents and I had together. I'm also starting to doubt the truth of all this. Mom and Dad didn't be honest with me, and their image became confusing in my mind. After I asked again and again, they finally confessed everything to me. It turned out that because my grandfather couldn't raise me, he found the uncle, hoping that he could adopt me and give me better conditions. And he affectionately called my uncle "big brother", so I mistakenly thought that uncle was my biological father. And the real father is a person I have never been in contact with before.
The news shocked and heartached. I don't know who to trust and who my relatives are. Those secrets hidden by my parents made my heart feel like a mess. I'm beginning to regret searching for the truth, maybe it will never be revealed, and it's better than the confusion and dislocation I have now.
I decided to leave my dorm and leave the campus that was causing me pain. I need to be calm and take time to think about how I want to live my life. So, I packed my bags and left the place. In the wind of the train, I felt depressed and heavy inside. My life is like a mess and I need to find a place to start and refresh it.
Soon, I became pregnant with my second child. This made my uncle very happy, and my heart was full of contradictions. The relationship between my parents is so complicated for me. I tried to understand their past, hoping to find some clues, but the results I got were unacceptable. I began to doubt my identity, I didn't know where I really belonged.
I tried to find my grandfather to unravel the fog, but no one could explain it to me, and even my grandfather dodged my questions. My heart was full of loneliness and struggle, and I didn't know who I should trust or if there was still a place for me in this family.
Then, again, something happened to my uncle that I couldn't accept. He began to restrict my freedom, to control my movements, and I felt suffocated. He became more and more aggressive, and I felt helpless. This fear and despair filled my heart, and I began to wonder if I would never be able to escape it all.
At the same time, my father's care and sense of responsibility for me was in trouble. He started putting pressure on me, blaming me for not making the right choices and for not living an independent life. I felt very aggrieved, but I couldn't express my opinion in the face of his criticism.
I couldn't find a reliable shoulder in this family. I longed for the truth, for finding my own roots. However, my inner struggle remained, and I didn't know if there would be an end to it.