A Rare Root

 

It took her sixty years, but she finally did manage to maneuver the tangled maze of history and silence.

“Why do they make it so difficult?” she had demanded one day, flooded with frustrations.

“Shame, I suppose,” the woman at the records office had shrugged.

And a shame it was.

One that too many women carried, and too many cultures reinforced.

Sealed hopes.

But shame could not, in the end, keep her story from being told.

She watched the ancient lady in the market. Half-bent. Wholly recognizable.

Her birth mother.

A rare root unfurled inside her heart. Sprouted. Took hold.

 

 

For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers

Photo prompt © Brenda Cox

 

 

 

18 thoughts on “A Rare Root

    • Thank you, my friend! Yes, so many different reasons why it can be difficult, though I do believe that shame plays a huge role in why this is such a secret, still, in so many case. Be it the adoption itself, or the people involved, or why, or how to find them. DNA tests seem to help some people where the ‘system’ had failed them. Someone I know found an older sister he didn’t know he had, through such a test. She’d been adopted. Now they’re reconnecting.

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  1. Adoption… it is a very tense subject. On one hand, a child lives that might have been very well dead. On the other, a mother’s pain as giving up the child of her heart. One of the many foster homes I was in had adopted two of China’s angels. The girls never knew their homeland or culture… even so, they were not treated well at school and often teased for being “too American”. So very sad.

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    • Indeed, though one wonders why so many need protection from being found … and how shame – societal and other – may be something we can help address, so that fewer of those who end up needing to put a child up for adoption, feel the need to hide it from the children, even once grown.

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