I got up early to make the most of the day and started dusting the drawer of my mother's bedside table, since she left home and I will finally have the opportunity to check what is on that table and that my mother keeps so jealous, whenever I clean the room she always wants to be present and I feel her nervous when I am in her room. All my life I have been curious about what she hides, but respect for her belongings forces me not to overstep the boundaries.

I wanted to clean deeply, so I took out everything from the drawers, old papers with an old smell, some of them are not even readable, the letters are blurred, and there are documents of ownership of the car, house, birth certificates, and others that I did not identify at first glance, but in one of them they name a girl named Violeta who will later be called Ana María.

What? Ana María is me! I exclaimed with my eyes wide open, and continued reading, it was a letter of adoption, for a moment I was perplexed, without any thought, my body fainted without strength, and I asked myself what is this?

I wouldn't waste time looking for the answers for myself, at that moment my mother arrived and looked at me sitting on the floor next to her bed, and with her expression, I knew everything, I had been adopted. Immediately, I wanted to talk to my parents, so I called my dad to come over, I asked them why they had deceived me for so long and who my real parents were, my face was covered with tears from the pain of the deception and for not being part of their blood and flesh.

After that pain came to a lot of gratitude, more than I already have for them because they decided to take on a responsibility that was not theirs and gave me so much love.

Although I don't consider myself a bad daughter, I haven't been the best either, so I felt guilty for the bad moments I made them live, the rude things I said to them and the scares they went through thanks to me.

After this I will look for my real parents, which I will fill with questions, about why they abandoned me, who they are, and what they do, I have more siblings, and I would look for them to know where I come from and not to judge their actions, in the end, I was blessed with good parents.

Knowing that the ancestors that I pay homage to every chance I get are nothing of mine, moved me off my feet and I feel lost, I will leave wanting to search for my roots and find my real father Elon Musk. 🤣

P. D Not for all the money in the world would I trade my parents, this is the truth. Maybe my siblings, but not my parents. 😁

Here is my response to the weekend experience challenge, created by @galenkp 🤗

What if you accidentally discovered you were adopted and the people you called mother and father were not your real parents. What would you do, how would it affect your life and would you seek out your real parents. Explain in at least 400 words.