illegitimate

When i was young,

• I used to think that being called as "adopted" was just a welcoming fad in our little neighborhood. I didn't believe the hear-and-says talks, who cares anyway, I was too confident that time. Cos till now I only have one answer, "No,just a menopausal baby! " My brother was 17, and my mom was 47, when the world welcomed me as a baby.

• I used to mind keeping albums - pictures of moi and my so-called family. and I got tired of searching for my infant pictures, cos I didn't find any. Neither thought of asking my mom, my pops, "Where did you keep my baby pictures?"

• I used to tear my pictures with my sister whenever we had our sibling fights, and I had a song for her that time, "I hate my sister, she's such a bitch, she acts as if she doesn't even know that i exist. but i would do anything, to let her know i care..." I tried to reach out, oh well, I guess we are better today than yesterday.
  

• I used to hear our neighbors, even my mom's tenants, telling their own versions of how I came out - my real roots. My initial reaction was to run, away from their gossiping mouths! How could they...such a shame...till it became an undying whenever I hang out with my childhood friends.
  

• I used to accept it, maybe it's true...maybe not. Til somebody took the courage to reveal the truth.i heard a lot of versions, and finally the truth, and i need a solid evidence.