Who am I? – Friday Fictioneers

It’s time to write another piece for Friday Fictioneers!  Thank you to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields who hosts this venture.  Each week Rochelle chooses a photo prompt to inspire writers to produce a 100 word piece of flash fiction.  Do use the link to her blog if you are interested in joining the group.  It’s a great way to get involved in writing.


Who am I?

The land disappeared into darkness.  “Like my life,” I thought, as I struggled to hold back the tears.

 I clutched a letter Mother had left me.  It told me she wasn’t my mother at all. She had waited until after her death to say this.  Her written words explained that she hadn’t known how to break the news or how to cope with any response I might make.  I had to deal with this myself.

 All sense of identity had been snatched away from me.

 Some family secrets should be kept deep in the hearts of those who hold them.





27 thoughts on “Who am I? – Friday Fictioneers

    1. As you say, it’s not an easy situation. I agree that, if there is something to be told, it should be shared as early as possible so that an individual can build his or her life accordingly. Thank you for your response, Iain.

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    1. Dear Rochelle, Thank you for your response. I agree with you – it’s so sad that the mother somehow ‘missed the moment’ and then lost the confidence and courage to tell her. Best wishes, Edith


  1. What a horrid thing to do. Friends of mine adopted a Chinese baby. They totally expected to get a girl as they are the ones that are “thrown away”. When they got to China, they were shocked to find out it was a boy. A boy that the parents left in a public washroom. While it was obvious they were not his biological parents, should they tell him exactly where he is from?

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    1. A very interesting point, Dale. Thank you for this. I believe that information should be focused on the positive. Of course, any adoptive parents in this position will want to explain how they travelled all the way to China to find the baby who became their child. That’s a great story! But they don’t need to spoil it with the negative details, do they? Surely no-one needs or wants to know that they were abandoned soon after their birth. For the sake of a child’s emotional well-being, I would prefer not to share that particular piece of information.

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    1. Of course, you are absolutely right! Thank you for sharing this idea. If only the mother had been able to focus on the fact that she had given her son everything, apart from his birth, she might have found the courage to have the conversation with him about his origins.


    1. That would be such a good strategy for dealing with the situation. I wonder if she could pull it off. She’d need considerable strength of character but denial certainly has some advantages! Thank you for your response.


  2. It’s a terrible conundrum for a parent and a child. I believe her mother should have at least been brave enough, to tell the truth when she was on her deathbed, instead of writing a letter.

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  3. You’ve written a poignant story, Edith.
    The mother seems to want to make sure that the child knows the truth. There’s a certain honesty about that. One would hope that the child could perhaps build on that positive thought – and the positive fact that the woman had taken care of him/her, and loved him/her all their life.

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    1. Thank you. You have made a response that affirms all the good aspects of the mother’s relationship with the child and if he/she can find the way to focus on that aspect of their difficult situation, it will surely help them to find comfort and the strength to move on.


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