Naleighna Kai's Literary Cafe Magazine May - Mother's Day Issue | Page 4

“I was adopted by my
biological mother.”
Yes, you read that right. I was adopted by my biological mother. My mother
gave me away at birth because of, from what I learned much later in life, the
unfortunate circumstances surrounding my conception. She signed into the
hospital as her sister, Rose Morris, then dropped me into her arms right after
she left Cook County Hospital. I was raised by that woman for 18 months before
another unfortunate incident landed my aunt in prison for a nice little stretch.
I ended up back in the home of my biological mother, the one place she never
wanted me to be. I swallowed some type of poison and ended up in the hospital
for weeks on end. In order to get medical care for me, my biological mother had
no choice but to go before a judge, tell the true circumstances surrounding my
birth, and he, in turn, made her go through the adoption process to gain unwanted
custody of me.
Years ago, I imagined a scene in a book I wrote, where it would be acceptable, in
my mind, for my mom to have hated me so much and to physically and emotionally
abuse me the way that she had. I wrote a background for one of the characters
where the mother in the story had been forced to have the child after a horrific
experience. I later published that book and my “other” mother read it. (I had two
mothers who were together for 34 years).
Well, my other mother asked, “Who told you?”