Originally posted by: innocentindian
Minnie
great stuff u wrote there - out of interest, can u tell us whether the brother was adopted as well?
And whether he was or not, how did he react to the situation..?
cheers
No, the brother was not adopted. He was their own. He did not know his sister was adopted either as he was very young when she was adopted. I am not really sure the circumstances of her adoption, but I did see some very twisted mind try to brainwash her that her mother was strict with her because she was adopted......
I also have little idea what went through the brother's mind. But whenever I met him, he used to behave as if nothing had happened. He even shouted at her few times for somethings, the only difference being, that earlier my friend used to shout back but now she would just become teary eyed and go from there and her brother would keep shouting after her even louder and look frustrated and sound as if the truth of her being adopted was more incovinient because she refused to fight with him anymore 😆 ....In fact amidst the wedding perparations, once I saw him standing over the rangoli preparation and say forlonely how empty the house would be after my friend was gone......it makes me think that knowing his sister was adopted made no difference to him. But I saw her parents pay so much attention to her. During her vidaai, Uncle broke down and cried like a child. Everybody was crying and beleive me, her being adopted was the last thing on anyone's mind. Today, every year, either she travels down and stays with her parents for a month and then they make a trip to her place and everything is back to normal. But yes, now herself being a mom of a daughter, she tells me what a tough time she gave her own mom and what a wonderful mom Aunty had been to her. The exact same way today I think of my mom......yet there was a time when I simply went against anything that my mom said....
There might be parents who might love their own child more than the adopted the one, but largely, THAt is the exception, not the other way round. I might love my own child more than my friend's child, but if I adopt a child, give him my name,be with it day in day out, clean him, bathe him, feed him, play with him, he calls me his parent, looks upto me, thinks of me as his protector, calls for me when he is afraid of the dark,I wash his wounds, soothe away his fears at night, take him to swimming/badminton/soccer/theatre/drawing/karate/cricket practice, beam with pride if he scores an A in Maths and scream at him for getting a C in English, take pride in his success and become dissapointed at his failure, why and how in the world a truth known to me when he first came into my arms when he was so tiny and depended on me start mattering to me after I go through so much with that human being? Any answers?
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