When I was born, my mother was still very young. She and my father met in school, and shortly after her graduation, she became pregnant.
My mother’s parents were against her having the baby. They advised her to have an abortion because they wanted her to have a completely different future.
They didn’t want her burdened with a child. They hoped she would go to college, find a good job, and marry someone well-off.
So, when she told them about her pregnancy, they threw her out of their house. They said they would never accept her child or her husband.
My mother was desperate. However, her tough journey was far from over. After my birth, my biological father abandoned my mother.
He didn’t want the responsibility of a woman and a child. He claimed he wasn’t ready for a family and wanted to settle into life.
My mother never saw him again. Despite all of this, my mother was a very strong woman.
When everyone abandoned her and she found herself with a small child in her arms, she didn’t give up. She refused to place me in an orphanage and raised me herself.
My mother found a room to rent in an old woman’s boarding house named Baba Lida, who also helped raise me.
Baba Lida had no children of her own, so she welcomed us into her life with open arms. My mother worked two jobs to provide for us.
She wanted to give me the best. I am extremely grateful to my mother for her strength and upbringing. I wouldn’t be who I am today without her.
Unfortunately, my mother passed away when I was sixteen years old. She became seriously ill, and we couldn’t afford the expensive treatment.
My maternal grandparents obtained custody of me because they had no other choice.
However, I refused to live with them. I told them openly that they meant nothing to me, and I wouldn’t live with them.
After my mother’s death, I resolved to do everything in my power to succeed in life.
I studied while working and managed to graduate from university. I got a job in an international company that I liked, and it paid well.
When I was twenty-eight years old, my biological father called me out of nowhere. I was shocked because I never expected to hear from him.
He asked to meet, and I agreed. I thought he wanted to apologize for his absence all those years.
However, when we met, he didn’t mention my mother or ask how I had been. Instead, he complained about his life.
I felt so much anger and disappointment. I couldn’t believe this man could be my father. He never inquired about my mother or how I had been living.
I told him never to contact me again, and I regretted that my mother had ever met someone like him and that he was my biological father.