We all have our stories, some had it worse than others.
My story is not that emotive or somthing you’d pour your eyes from crying so much.. It’s just that I have all these feelings inside and writing about it is whats helping me not to run around like a mad person.
I was born on 5th September 1992. At that time my father was one of the highest ranked officials in na african country which was on a civil war. Somehow (I’m not very clear on the details) my mom and dad decided to break up when i was 2. So me and my father traveled to another country to run from the war.
First time i asked about mother was when I was 6 years old. My father then told me she died 3 moths after i was born and that the war was at fault. So I grew up a little bit screwed up. I could never connect with any of my fathers “companions”.
I just had the feeling that something was missing, like something was not right. That’s why i started looking for clues about my mom. I managed to find out she didn’t die.. it was bullshit and lies. Whatever reasons my father has, i can’t give any less fucks. I didn’t want to bullied anymore because i don’t have a mother. I didn’t want the others to look at me with pity. So i used all my resourses including my Money to finder. All to no avail.
Today i get a friend request from an unknown women. I accept and she asks me about my parents names. I told her and she just said that my mom has been looking for me, she cries every birthday and even at my sisters wedding she said i was the only piece lacking in her heart.
I burst into tears. Now I know my mom is alive, she cares and has been looking for me. Also that I have na older and younger sister who love me very much.
I’m so happy i could die. I don’t want nothing more in my life, i’m done.