The first time I asked my mother what the small tattoo on her wrist meant, she simply told me that it was a childhood memory and that she had gotten it when she was very young.
Last month, I accompanied her to the hospital. She was supposed to undergo knee surgery. I was in her room when a nurse came in to give her an IV.
She stared at the tattoo for a long time, then suddenly covered my mother’s wrist before hurriedly leaving the room.
A few seconds later, the doctor entered, accompanied by two security officers.
The doctor began asking questions about the tattoo: when and where exactly she had gotten it. My mother simply replied that she had been too young at the time and that she no longer remembered.
— What’s happening? I asked, worried.
No one answered me. The two security officers then closed the door, and what I discovered that day completely devastated me.
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The doctor explained to me that the symbol was not decorative, but that it was used to identify the children staying at Maplewood House.
It was a rehabilitation home that had been closed after an investigation into fraud and falsified adoption records.
My mother turned very pale.
The doctor asked her if she had worked at Maplewood House.
She finally admitted that she had worked there as a nurse thirty years earlier.
Then she revealed a secret she had kept all these years: I was not her biological daughter.
She explained to me that I had been adopted after my parents died and that my adoption had been completely legal.
Later, I was given a letter from my biological mother, Alicia.
I took my mother’s hand and assured her that I would never leave her.
Then I reminded her that she still had to undergo her surgery.
She laughed, and we decided to leave the secrets behind us and move on with our lives.
