If I were adopted.... .

Some time ago, one of my cousins visited my home. Looking at the furniture in my room, he said, “You know Amber, with how much love your father got it prepared for you! He used to visit the carpenter regularly and kept an eye on the nuances of the manufacturing process ensuring the quality is not compromised.”

How would I don’t know how much love and efforts my father poured in every aspect of my and my siblings’ life. I don’t remember if there is anything that we asked for was not arranged for us, no matter how financially and physically straining it might be for him. His selflessness can be assessed via a point in his life when he was jobless with all the responsibilities of his family, and he did not hesitate to spend more than half of his savings for getting his son admitted in the university. Just to protect the future of his child.

His care was not limited to just one child but was equally loving and kind for the entire family. Once, my brother came from outside and presented a packet to me saying, “father has brought it especially for you.” Looking at the packet of fried yellow lentil, I wondered why it was especially for me when I didn’t ask for it that day. Suddenly, the realization hit me and I felt overwhelmed with love.

It so happened that a few weeks ago, father had brought Nimko snacks for the event of Eid. Exploring the shopped items, I commented to my brother, “Haven’t you guys brought fried yellow lentil. That’s my favourite.” I did not say anything to my father but he had heard and remembered. When he went to the store again, he made sure to bring the snack of my choice even when I didn’t ask him for it.

Both of my parents put their optimum and selfless efforts to bring the best in our lives. They provided us with the best health and educational services. I remember when our tuition teacher recommended a better private school for us, my parents agreed for the transfer. My father did not care for the four times higher fee of the new school and additional transport charges despite knowing that more than half of his salary would be consumed in our education. Meanwhile, my mother took time to visit the recommended schools and got our admission tests done.

Our home was inside the narrow alleyways where the school van couldn’t reach. My mom dropped us to the van stop every day, ensuring our security.

In my society, many mothers want their daughters to share the burden of home chores with them. Some mothers are even very abusive in this regard. They don’t care for the passion and dreams of their daughters, keep on taunting time if their daughters fail to meet their expectations in mainstream the household.

My mom was NOT of this kind. I was passionate about my studies and she supported me. She did not put any of the chores responsibility that would hamper my academic activities. I was able to secure good grades through out my academic career because of her affectionate support.

Throughout my life from childhood to adulthood, my parents have been a supportive pillar for my growth. Their kindness, concerns and care have enabled me to navigate the challenging circumstances of my life. I am deeply grateful to them for the unwavering efforts and boundless affection they have invested in me.

If today, according to the Hive Learner’s prompt, I find out that I am an adopted child of such parents, it would only increase my gratefulness towards them.

I might get curious to know who my biological parents were and why they left me. Nevertheless, I would not have any complaints towards my adoptees. Rather I would be more appreciative of the efforts and sacrifices they made to raise me as their own.

The post is my participation for Hl-featured contest edition 1 of week 135

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