Ding dong came the door bell, surprised is my face expression I wasn't expecting anyone or any package, or was Santa visiting but it not Christmas yet. Probably Saint Maria heard my supplications and decided to surprise me, those were the thoughts running through my mind and as went to the open the door! Imagine my shock when I opened the door and found a big box with no return address or sender name on it. I was so scared , this was the way people where killed back then but wait, i was not rich or well connected to be a target of assassination. Could it be a letter bomb?? a box of explosives?? a box full of million of dollars?? a box of chocolates?? or could it be that my crush decided to be a gentleman and send me presents of different nature??
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these strange thoughts were running through my mind, my subconscious was already tired of me assuming and just told me to open the box, moreover if it was a bomb we all die once anyway.
Oh my God oh my God oh my God it is a baby not just one baby but two what am I suppose to do with two babies? what an irony. I couldn't even feed myself how am I suppose to train two babies I am just a baby myself.
Two babies meant double expenses but hold on I was already thinking about the future.
Who do I call ??
what do I do??
Do I take them to an orphanage or drop them on someone else’s doorstep or better still return the box back to the door for whosoever put it there to come pick it. I asked for money not babies, but they look so cute and peaceful. A big dilemma am I faced with.
My conscience would not allow me drop them out or give them up what if they are treated badly or killed, bullied or brutalized.
I would not be able to handle the guilt. Two babies, I was not even married, I had not even gotten my life together and I was on the edge of depression. How would I take care of them? But in that moment I realized something probably they were left on my doorstep to give my life a new purpose. Their smile seem to me like a ray of renewed hope, their innocence reminded me of my childhood and right there and then I decided to keep them and do right by them. I was willing to be a single mother, they changed my purpose and perspective. I took them to the police station and reported them missing and told the police where the parents could find me.
They stayed with me for 2 whole month and no one came visiting, and in that period I had fallen so much in love with my girls.
they were the reason why I could jump out of my bed in the morning, run around to make sure they were okay. I was no longer thinking about myself alone. Guess who got my surname? my girls, I am so proud to call them my girls because I was able to get a lawyer who made the whole process of adopting them so easy and now they are my children and when the time is right I would tell them about their roots but for now they are mine and I would protect them like a mother hen would protect her chickens.