It was late in night, I was sitting in my room, staring in my books, knowing that my exams are fast approaching and I should be studying but I could not concentrate as the memories of my past life were flashing in front of my eyes like film, I could see everything so clearly and yet was blind not knowing what am I supposed to do whom should I stay with and whom should I be leaving.

When I was only a month old, I was adopted by a couple who were far away relatives of my real parents, they had no children and my parents already had two therefore my foster parents asked my real parents for me, hence I was adopted and it was never known to me until now when my real parents lost there two children in a severe road accident. Now they were left alone and wanted me to come back

I remembered all those days I spent with my foster parents, my birthdays celebrations, I used to wait the whole year round for my birthdays to come to just to receive that one special present, my first day to school when the teachers were dragging me to the classroom and I was crying like a hell for being separated form my foster parents, oh! I hate calling them foster parents, because for me I never  know I was an adopted child, for me they are my real parents who had always taken care of me just like all other parents do and loved me like there own.

I was so glad to have them as parents, they were also my friends, I  always liked being there only child, until now when I came to  know that they are not my real parents, and now my real parents asking me to come back in her life , because they need me most, Oh my God my head is storming. how selfish, when ever they want they let me out of there life so easily, and now when I am all set in my own life with my parents ,they want me back, I have to take decision,  I have to end this trauma , I can’t live my whole life divided into pieces, I love my foster parents, they are the only ones whom I know, whom I trusted , I loved , thought as my own ,have spent 18 years, no one else know me better then them.

Yes I have decided I want to live with my foster parents, they meant more to me then my real parents. I will continue living with my foster parents, but I will visit my real parents, since they also have right on me if I could not leave my foster parents , I could also not hurt my  real  parents, its too late in night now, I hope to get some good sleep since now I have taken up my decision, my mind is clear and I am satisfied, thank you God, and give me strength to deal with this.