Throughout a lifetime, everyone will experience an obstacle that may be difficult to encounter. Many of these obstacles that come our way may seem impossible to overcome. We react to these difficulties in our own ways. At the beginning of my senior year in high school, I received the shocking news that changed the way I viewed the past seventeen years of my life. Unexpectedly, and by accident, I found out that my father was not my birth father.
As I sit in the doctor’s office waiting patiently for my appointment, I finally hear the lady call my name. Before the doctor can see me, I must fill out paperwork. Once I finish filling out all of the questions she asks me for my social security number to finish the process. After I read out loud the numbers, she tells me she already has Samantha Melendez under that social security number. At first, I'm worried someone has stolen my information, but then right at that very moment, my brain clicked. Flashbacks from my childhood rushed into my head all at once. I suddenly remember seeing numerous amounts of baby pictures tucked away from me with Melendez written on the back. The fact that none of my baby pictures have my father in them makes my suspicions even stronger. At that precise moment, everything was clear to me. My father, the man who raised me practically my whole life, was not my birth father.
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As I leave the doctor’s office and drive home on a cloudy day, I felt devastated. I was confused and felt lost. I wanted answers, but most importantly I wanted the truth. I went straight to my mother, who was shocked and disappointed that I knew. She told me that she and my father had made an agreement to tell us once my little sister turned eighteen. My last question was, who is my
Throughout a lifetime, everyone will experience an obstacle that may be difficult to encounter. Many of these obstacles that come our way may seem impossible to overcome. We react to these difficulties in our own ways. At the beginning of my senior year in high school, I received the shocking news that changed the way I viewed the past seventeen years of my life. Unexpectedly, and by accident, I found out that my father was not my birth father.
As I sit in the doctor’s office waiting patiently for my appointment, I finally hear the lady call my name. Before the doctor can see me, I must fill out paperwork. Once I finish filling out all of the questions she asks me for my social security number to finish the process. After I read out loud the numbers, she tells me she already has Samantha Melendez under that social security number. At first, I'm worried someone has stolen my information, but then right at that very moment, my brain clicked. Flashbacks from my childhood rushed into my head all at once. I suddenly remember seeing numerous amounts of baby pictures tucked away from me with Melendez written on the back. The fact that none of my baby pictures have my father in them makes my suspicions even stronger. At that precise moment, everything was clear to me. My father, the man who raised me practically my whole life, was not my birth father.
As I leave the doctor’s office and drive home on a cloudy day, I felt devastated. I was confused and felt lost. I wanted answers, but most importantly I wanted the truth. I went straight to my mother, who was shocked and disappointed that I knew. She told me that she and my father had made an agreement to tell us once my little sister turned eighteen. My last question was, who is my birth father? My mother told me she had me when she was twenty years old with her husband at the time. When I was about one they separated because they couldn’t see eye to eye anymore. Not too on after that, my birth father’s mother was dying, so he went back to Mexico to say bye to her. The sad part was that he couldn’t find a way back to the United States. Two years later my mother met my father and got married a couple of years after.
After taking in all this information, I couldn’t help but wonder what my life could’ve been like. My head was spinning and it felt like my brain was going in a million different directions. I felt like I had been living a lie for the past seventeen years. I felt like I was in a dream, or a nightmare, and I just wanted it to be over. I looked back at my seventeen years of life and felt stupid for overlooking the thousands of clues right in front of my face. Knowing that my two older siblings were full siblings, and my two younger siblings were full siblings make me feel alone, and even different. It felt like my whole world was crashing down all at once and I could do nothing to stop it.
This moment changed the way I viewed everything. From the very first moment I found out about this life-changing news, I viewed the whole situation negatively and wished it had never happened. After I had the time to reflect and think about the situation, I was grateful. I realize that if my dad had never come into my mother’s life I wouldn’t have met my two older siblings, wouldn’t have gotten my little sister two years later, and wouldn’t have gotten my little brother fifteen years later. I look back and realize that if my father hadn’t adopted me when I was a little girl, and if my mother hadn’t adopted my two older sisters, my life could be completely different.
The fact is, everyone faces obstacles that can affect us mentally in difficult ways. The only thing that matters, in the end, is how you react to it. We all just have to know that everything happens for a reason, and even though we may not know what that reason is at the moment, eventually we will. The only way I could overcome feeling lost was to look back at what I got out of it and be thankful.
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