Having listened to their experiences, I used to feel so lonely when I realized I was alone. My family only had me and my two parents. There was no 4th individual in our family. I always used to wish I could expect a sibling if I did not have one. I wished I had a brother with whom I could fight or a sister that I could take care of. But why I never had them, I did not know. Occasionally, I would speak of my loneliness to my parents. In turn, they would console me and get me distracted one way or another.
One day we had a gathering at our home. All of my cousins were there. Elders were all busy gossiping in the living room. I was in my room with my cousins. One cousin of mine, Stuart, was quite older than me in age. I was showing him my rackets. He said to me, “Who do you play with when you are at home?” I said, “Mummy or daddy, depends who is available.” I added, “At times, I play against the wall.” He said, “Do you know why are you alone?” I thought he was close to give me the answer I was longing to listen. So I expressed my interest in knowing what he was about to tell me. He said to me, “Alan, you are an adopted child.”
I felt like I was electrocuted. It felt like someone had buried half of me into the earth and was hammering on my top to insert the other half. I was stunned and shocked. Five years have passed since then and I still do not know why he did that to me. Of all the people in the world, why would he do this to me? Of all the things in the world, why would he say that to me? These are the questions I have been asking myself ever-since that happened. But I could still find no answer to my own queries. My world changed from that day onwards. I did not believe Stuart in the start. But when I considered my loneliness and that my parents had never answered me when I asked them why I did not have any siblings, some part of me convinced me to believe what Stuart