But when I didn’t believe her, my grandmother launched into this story about my past. She said my parents were married for years without having a child and my dad nearly divorced my mom because he thought she couldn’t conceive. After they went to the hospital, though, they found out the issue was with my dad. To smooth things over between them, my grandmother supposedly picked me up from the hospital and handed me over to my parents. Later, with some treatment, my mom got pregnant and had my brother.
I still couldn’t believe what she was saying, so I decided I needed to go home and talk to my parents directly. But as I was getting ready to leave, my aunt stepped in, asking me not to rush off. She reminded me that I rarely come home and should stay the night with them, especially since I usually only visit during Christmas.
I figured she was right, so I agreed to stay until tomorrow.
When my uncle built his house, he made sure to save a room just for me. It always gave me a sense of belonging whenever I stayed over.